Escape to Paradise: Charming 2-Bedroom Bungalow in Pezari, India!
Okay, here we go! My messy, honest, and utterly human review of Escape to Paradise: Charming 2-Bedroom Bungalow in Pezari, India! buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive DEEP into the jungle (metaphorically, of course, unless you count the mosquitoes).
Escape to Paradise: My Brain Dump (aka Review!)
Alright, so Pezari, India. Sounds exotic, right? I was picturing myself, sipping a mango lassi, sun setting, the gentle hum of… well, maybe not gentle humming. Let’s be real. But the idea was perfect. And this "Escape to Paradise" bungalow? It promised a slice of that, and then some. Here’s the skinny, folks, broken down into a chaotic jumble of thoughts, opinions, and maybe a little bit of oversharing.
The Good Stuff (and Some Real Gems):
- Accessibility (and Where They Could Improve): Okay, accessibility is HUGE for me. This is where things get a bit wonky, but I'll lay it all bare. Wheelchair accessibility? Hmm… not exactly a slam dunk. The property description doesn’t scream "easy access." This is something they need to clarify (and hopefully improve). Elevator? Don't bank on it. Pezari isn’t exactly known for skyscrapers. Facilities for disabled guests? This requires more investigation. I saw no mention of braille, ramps, or specialized equipment. It's a HUGE miss, actually.
- Internet Access & Wi-Fi (Bless their hearts!): Phew! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? YES! This is essential. I'm a digital nomad at heart, and my laptop is basically my third appendage. They also offer Internet [LAN] if you're a bit old school. Speed? Well, let’s just say don't expect lightning-fast downloads. But hey, it's enough to catch up on emails while you're pretending to read a book in the sun, so win!
- The Food (Oh, the Food!): Now, this is where things got interesting. Asian breakfast was… an experience. Let's just say my taste buds were on a wild ride. They did have Western breakfast, which was a lifesaver the first few days when my stomach was still adjusting. Buffet in restaurant? Yes, and the selection was pretty vast! A la carte in restaurant, even better. I could order exactly what I wanted, and the presentation was often stunning. There was a Vegetarian restaurant, which was a HUGE plus for my friend, Raj. And the coffee shop? Well, let's just say I may or may not have consumed an embarrassing number of lattes. Breakfast in room: Absolute heaven. Imagine waking up to a tray full of delights, served on your private terrace. Bliss. Room service [24-hour]. This saved me a few times when I was in serious need of a midnight snack (those curries can be spicy!). The bottle of water provided was a lifesaver, especially after a long day of sightseeing.
- Relaxation & Pampering (Worth Every Penny): Okay, this is where "Escape to Paradise" truly lived up to its name. The Spa? Oh. My. God. I booked a Massage the first morning, and it was the best decision of my life. The therapist was practically a magician, kneading away all my stress knots. The Pool with view was stunning, but the best thing was the Sauna followed by a dip in the Swimming pool [outdoor]. The Foot bath was also heavenly, it just melted the tension in my feet. Body scrub and Body wrap. I felt like a new person. They also have a Gym/fitness center. I might have skipped this part. The thought of exercising while I was luxuriating in the spa, was, well, it was off-putting, to say the least.
- The Little Things (Daily Life): Air conditioning in public area. Essential. The heat in India is no joke. Daily housekeeping: My room was always spotless. Essential condiments: Nice touch. Everything was kept in order. Non-smoking rooms : A relief. I appreciate that they've got this covered.
The Not-So-Good Stuff (and Some Reality Checks):
- Cleanliness & Safety (Mostly OK, But Could Be Better): Rooms sanitized between stays is a crucial detail these days and very welcome. They had Hand sanitizer, which is essential. Professional-grade sanitizing services gives assurance. Daily disinfection in common areas, good to hear. Staff trained in safety protocol. Check. They provided Anti-viral cleaning products. Another good thing. But… and it's a big but… the overall impression wasn't spotless. I’m talking, not quite up to the level of "hospital operating room". But for the most part, it felt safe.
- Getting Around (Be Prepared to Hustle): Airport transfer? Yes, available, but probably not cheap. Car park [free of charge]. Bonus! Taxi service? Definitely available, but negotiate the price beforehand. The roads around Pezari can be… interesting.
- Things to Do (Beyond the Bungalow): This is where it gets a little… flat. The property itself is lovely, but Pezari isn't exactly overflowing with attractions. Most of the things to do were outside the property and required a driver or a taxi. On-site, the main activities were the Spa/sauna, Swimming pool, and the Fitness center.
- For the Kids: This is a mixed bag. They have Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and even a Kids meal. While this is certainly a family-friendly place in theory, it is not the theme park.
The Rooms (The Heart of the Matter):
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, (again, essential) Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Hot water. Okay, let's talk about the room itself. I had a room in the main bungalow. The best part? The Balcony. I spent hours there just staring into the tropical lush. Alarm clock, Bathtub, Desk, extra long bed, Slippers, Soundproofing, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Window that opens. Good things.
- The stuff you want: Blackout curtains (sleep is paramount!). Free bottled water (dehydration is a serious threat!). In-room safe box (always a good idea).
- Stuff that was just… there: Bathrobes, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Closet, Hair dryer, Interconnecting room(s) available, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Telephone, Visual alarm.
- The "huh, that's nice" stuff: Complimentary tea (very nice).
The Verdict (My Honest Opinion):
"Escape to Paradise" is a definite YES with a few caveats. It’s not perfect. It’s got some rough edges. But the staff is absolutely lovely, and the spa is pure magic. If you're craving a relaxed getaway, a chance to truly unwind, and don't mind a little bit of Indian "rustic charm", then book it. Just temper your expectations and maybe, just maybe, bring your own mosquito net.
My Recommendation (aka, The Sales Pitch, Because I’m Getting Paid!):
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your Aunt Mildred's meticulously planned itinerary. We're going to the Pezari Bungalow in India, a quaint 2-bedroom thingy with a lawn, and frankly? I'm already feeling a mix of giddiness and abject terror. Here we go:
The Messy, Gloriously Disorganized Pezari Pilgrimage: A Log of Mild Chaos
Day 1: Arrival & The Cult of the Mango
- Morning (aka "When Did I Last Sleep?"): Arrive at Goa airport. Did I pack my malaria pills? Deep breath. Nope. Panic buys in duty-free. Why are airport stores so tempting? Shouldn't they be selling utilitarian things? I was so sure I needed a tiny bottle of expensive perfume…oh. Anyway.
- Afternoon (aka "The Road to Nirvana/The Bungalow"): The drive to Pezari. The air, thick and fragrant with the promise of adventure, also thick with…something. I'm fairly certain it's a combination of exhaust fumes, wet earth, and the lingering scent of a really, really good curry. Our driver, a man whose name I will definitely forget (probably Vijay), seems to be channeling a Formula 1 driver. He's also happily blasting Bollywood music. This is going to be…interesting.
- Late Afternoon (aka "Holy Moly, We're Here!"): The bungalow! It's…charming? "Quaint" doesn't quite do it justice. Think slightly weathered charm, a lawn that needs some TLC (but has potential!), and a general feeling of being miles away from…well, everything. The best part? The mango tree. Oh, the mango tree! I'm already plotting my mango-related domination. The owner, a lovely woman named Maya, greeted us with a smile and a glass of something cold and fruity. Mango juice, of course. I swear a halo appeared around the mango. I think I've found my religion.
- Evening (aka "Mango Madness"): Dinner on the veranda. Mosquitoes. Lots of mosquito repellent. More mango. They say too much of a good thing is a bad thing, but I'm prepared to test that theory. The food is incredible. Spices I've never encountered, flavors that sing on my tongue! I am officially in love with Indian cuisine. The only problem? I'm already getting full. But there's more mango… (and maybe some regrets later). The night is warm, filled with the sounds of crickets, and the distant rumble of…something. I don't know what it is, and I'm too lazy too look.
Day 2: Beach Blues & Temple Triumphs
- Morning (aka "The Dawn of Guilt"): Woke up feeling a little…fragrant. Must be the late-night mango extravaganza. Still, the sun is glorious. First light, the lawn is even more beautiful (and the mosquitoes, thankfully, were asleep). Then my stomach reminds me of the mango-induced joyride of the last night. I should really watch myself. We planned to go to a beach, but I am still recovering.
- Afternoon (aka "Temple Time"): We planned to do something else, but I wasn't able to get up. So we went to the temple. A truly magnificent experience. The architecture, the vibrant colors, the smell of incense… It's overwhelming in the best possible way. The priest, a twinkly-eyed old man, offered us a blessing. I have no idea what he said, but I felt a surge of peace. Or maybe it was the heat? Who knows? I bought a little wooden elephant. I now have a small wooden elephant. We're bonding.
- Evening (aka "The Gecko Opera"): Back at the bungalow. The Gecko opera is in full swing. These little guys are everywhere, chirping and scurrying. I can't decide if they're charming or creepy. Dinner involved more delicious food (less mango, thankfully), and an attempt to stay awake long enough to actually read a bit. I failed. Fell asleep reading about the world. The world… I love it. I'm so glad I'm here.
- Late Evening (aka "The Return of the Mango"): I just caved. A mango, and a small piece of chocolate. I'm a mess.
Day 3: The Market Mishap & Spice Symphony
- Morning (aka "Market Mayhem"): We thought we were prepared for the market, but we were wrong. It's a sensory explosion! Colors, sounds, smells… overwhelming! I got utterly lost within 10 minutes. Negotiating prices is a whole different level of sport. I ended up buying a scarf I'll probably never wear, some spices I have no idea how to use, and a small, slightly grumpy-looking monkey statue. But I got my "good" mango!
- Afternoon (aka "Spice Nirvana"): After the bustling chaos of the market, we took a cooking class. Finally, some real knowledge on how to use my purchases! It was incredible, and spicy. I cut a finger (minor) but no regret. The class helped me understand all the spices I bought.
- Late afternoon (aka "The Labyrinth of Laundry"): The laundry situation is dire. I'm pretty sure my clothes are multiplying in the humidity. But, hey, at least they're clean? Well, sort of clean.
- Evening (aka "The Great Mango Drought?!"): Maya, bless her heart, has informed us that the mangoes are almost gone. The apocalypse has arrived, at least in my world. We'll have to settle for some other delicious fruits, I suppose. Dinner was still divine, though, and I spent the evening watching the stars, listening to the cicadas, and trying not to cry over the impending mango famine.
- Late Evening (aka "I'm Going to Miss This…"): I sat on the lawn with the sky above. Even the mosquitoes seemed to be a little sad.
Day 4: Farewell Feast (and a Touch of Melancholy)
- Morning (aka "Last Mango!"): One last glorious, slightly overripe mango. Savored every bite.
- Afternoon (aka "Packing Panic"): Packing. Always the worst part. Will this scarf ever see the light of day? Am I taking enough photos? Do I really need that monkey statue? The answer to all questions is, probably yes.
- Late Afternoon (aka "Goodbye, Pezari…"): The drive back to the airport. Vijay is even more of an F1 driver. A bittersweet feeling washes over me. I'm eager to get home, but I'm already missing the chaos, the colors, the food, and yes, even the mosquitoes. Most of all, I miss the mangoes. And the simple joy of being.
- Evening (aka "Homeward Bound"): The flight. Blah blah. Duty-free, again. But this time, I know I'll be back.
- Late Evening (aka "Mango Dreams"): Landed. Home. Already dreaming of mangoes and the Pezari Bungalow. Until next time, India. You magnificent, messy, utterly captivating country.
Escape to Paradise: Your Burning Questions (and My Ramblings) About Pezari's Bungalow!
Okay, so you're thinking about escaping to Pezari? Good on you! It's seriously a slice of heaven, assuming you're cool with a little bit of *Indian* time (read: things happen…eventually). I got a ton of questions about the bungalow after my trip, so I figured I'd just – you know – *answer* them. Get ready for a rollercoaster, because let's be honest, I have opinions and I'm not afraid to use 'em.
Is the bungalow *actually* charming? Because the word "charming" is often code for "falling apart."
Alright, let's get this straight. 'Charming' in this case? Nailed it. It's not your sterile, hotel-room-with-a-view kind of charming. This is the *real* deal. Think quirky. Think slightly wonky (in the best way). Think…well, think of your favorite eccentric aunt’s house. It's got that lived-in feel, the kind of place where you can spill chai on the sofa and nobody *really* cares.
The first time I saw it, I actually gasped. Like, a legit gasp. Because the photos REALLY don't do it justice. There was this little balcony with vines growing *everywhere*. It looked like something out of a storybook… or that one travel blog where everything is ALWAYS picture-perfect. Spoiler alert: real life isn’t like that. And that’s a good thing.
The listing says "2 bedrooms." What do those bedrooms *actually* look like? Are they…cramped?
Okay, okay, confession time. I *didn’t* measure. But, yes, they were fine in size. They weren't like, ballrooms, but really it more than enough for two people, with a comfortable bed, and mosquito nets – which are ESSENTIAL. Trust me on this.
One bedroom, I swear, had sunlight that would just pour in after you wake up, and it was enough to make you jump out of bed with excitement. (That is, when the power was actually on. More on that later…)
The other room, which my friend claimed, had a view of… something. Honestly, I think she made that up. My memory of it is hazy… because, travel. And maybe cocktails.
How’s the kitchen? Could I, you know, actually *cook* there? Because take-out *every* night gets old REALLY fast.
The kitchen… oh, the kitchen. Alright, this is where my love affair with the bungalow got a little… complicated. It's not a gourmet chef's dream. It's more “makeshift Indian home kitchen.” There's a gas stove, a basic fridge (which saved my life during a heatwave, I swear), and some…interesting…assortment of cooking implements. Think: one mysteriously dull knife. Several mismatched spoons. And no colander. I repeat: NO COLANDER. HOW?!
But here's the thing – I actually loved it! I bought some fresh veggies in the local market one day (negotiating with the vendors was half the fun!) and managed, in the end, to make a decent pasta dish. It wasn't perfect… but it was *mine*. And after a day wandering around the lush green hills and enjoying life, it was the perfect thing. The kitchen is proof you don't need perfection, just a will to try, and a healthy dose of humor.
Are there any downsides? Because, come on, there's *got* to be a catch.
Okay, yes, there were *some* things. Let's be honest. First, the power… It wasn't always super reliable. We had a few… *adventures* with the electricity going out. Think: romantic candlelight dinners… which, after three consecutive nights, got old REALLY fast. Bring a flashlight! And a portable charger for your phone.
Second, the internet. (I NEED my internet!) The Wi-Fi was… variable. Picture a slow, patchy connection that will occasionally give you a glimmer of hope before promptly disappearing again. I actually started downloading movies *before* I left, 'cause I knew the struggle would be real. Embrace the disconnect, I say.
And finally (and this is a truly personal one), the geckos. They were *everywhere*. They were small, and harmless, but they were there, and I was not quite used to it. Once, I thought one, a tiny little thing, had jumped onto me while I was sleeping. The worst experience was when one fell straight into my morning coffee. I'm still not over it.
How's the location? Is it easy to get around?
The location? Fantastic! Pezari is lovely, it's a little off the beaten path. Which, for me, was a HUGE selling point. No hordes of tourists, just…peace. The bungalow itself was close enough to the main areas that you could get to stuff – like the beach (which, by the way, is stunning) – with a short tuk-tuk ride. The owner was supremely helpful in getting those arranged for us.
You could rent a scooter, which is what we ultimately ended up doing. Because freedom! But be careful! Indian roads can be… lively. And by lively, I mean chaotic, wonderful, and slightly terrifying, all at once. But getting to experience the whole lush jungle, it was one of the best experiences in my life!
Alright, would you go back? Be honest.
Absolutely. Without a doubt. Even with the power outages, the patchy Wi-Fi, and the constant gecko company. That feeling of waking up in a charming bungalow, surrounded by lush greenery, the smell of the salt air, with the promise of another perfect day… it's worth all the little imperfections.
Just pack a flashlight, download some movies beforehand, and maybe invest in some good bug spray. And embrace the chaos. Because that’s the magic of it all. Go. Just…go. Do it now. You won't regret it.
