Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Durbuy Holiday Home Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Durbuy, My Love/Hate Affair - A Review That's Probably Too Long (But You're Gonna Read It Anyway)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups. I'm finally digging into Escape to Paradise in Durbuy, Belgium. And let me tell you, it's been a journey. Think rollercoaster, only instead of thrilling drops, it’s more like… a series of unexpected speed bumps. But hey, that's life, right? And this review? It’s gonna be as messy, honest, and hopefully, even a little bit funny, as the whole darn experience.
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Right, On With the Chaos!
First things first: Accessibility. Now, this is a BIG DEAL for me. My partner uses a wheelchair, and finding genuinely accessible places is… well, let's just say it can test your patience (and your relationship!). Escape to Paradise claims to be accessible. And, to be fair, they do have some key elements covered. The elevators are pretty decent, and there are accessible rooms available. But… and it’s a big BUT… the execution? Let's just say it's a work in progress.
The front door, for instance, was a bit of a wrestling match. The automatic door wasn't always working, and the ramp felt a little… aggressive. Once inside, navigating the common areas was generally okay, but some of the pathways were a bit tight, especially around the On-site accessible restaurants/lounges. (More on those later – spoiler alert: meals were an experience).
So, yeah, Wheelchair accessible? Partially. They try. The intention is there, and you can see they're striving. But you seriously need to call ahead and double check EVERYTHING, and maybe pack your own ramp-friendly sense of humour.
Internet Access: The Eternal Struggle
Okay, Internet. This is 2024; it should just work, right? Wrong! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – great in theory, right? In practice, it was like a shy turtle. Sometimes it sprinted; mostly, it crawled. Internet [LAN]? (remember those?) Probably better than the Wi-Fi when it worked. But still, the Internet services were a mixed bag. Wi-Fi in public areas was equally erratic. So, pack a good book, or maybe a carrier pigeon. You'll need alternatives.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax, and My Near-Death Experience With a Body Wrap
Oh, the spa! The promise of blissful relaxation! The reality? A rollercoaster of emotions, starting with abject terror. I’m not kidding.
Let’s start with the good stuff. The Pool with a view? Stunning. Like, seriously, breathtaking. And the Sauna was legit—hot, steamy, and… actually relaxing. The Steamroom was equally delightful. And while I didn't get a chance to actually try out the Foot bath, I did enjoy the idea of it.
The Spa, with its promise of pampering, was where things went sideways. I decided, foolishly, to indulge in a Body wrap. Now, I'm not a particularly claustrophobic person, but getting cocooned in what felt like a super-sticky, clingfilm body bag? That was… intense. The technician was lovely, of course, but I could barely breathe! My blood pressure was spiking through the roof, and I very nearly had a full-blown panic attack. All I kept thinking was, "I'm going to suffocate in a Belgian spa!" I eventually managed to squirm my way out, looking like a half-unwrapped mummy. I left the Body scrub for another time, traumatized.
And oh, the Gym/fitness. It looked… adequate. I glanced at it. Then I ran to the bar for a stiff drink. I'm more of a "walking up cobblestone streets" kind of exerciser!
Cleanliness, Safety… and the Lingering Smell of Hand Sanitizer
Okay, let's be real: everyone's hyper-aware of cleanliness these days. Escape to Paradise definitely took things seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products were in full force. Daily disinfection in common areas, I bet. There was Hand sanitizer everywhere, and probably a whole vat of it. Daily housekeeping – yes, but it was a bit too thorough. One day, they threw away my favourite t-shirt… the utter devastation! I will never forget that t-shirt!
Rooms sanitized between stays? Absolutely. Room sanitization opt-out available? Probably, but I didn’t dare risk not having my room sanitized after that body wrap experience. There was no room for error!
Food (and the Great Breakfast Debacle)
The dining situation was… complicated. Let’s start with Breakfast in room. The idea was tempting, but the delivery was a bit hit-or-miss. One morning, we got a mountain of croissants. The next? A single, lonely piece of toast.
Breakfast [buffet]? Yes, but a rather basic buffet. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but if you are a breakfast connoisseur, you might be disappointed.
The Restaurants? Well, there were several. A la carte in restaurant was the way to go, the menu boasted. Asian cuisine in restaurant? Surprisingly decent, actually, but don't expect Michelin star. Western cuisine in restaurant was more hit and miss, but what are you gonna about the food?
The Poolside bar was a nice touch. The Happy hour was a welcome relief after my body-wrap trauma. Snack bar was ok, I had the best fries.
And there was the Room service [24-hour].
Services and Conveniences: A Mixed Bag of Blessings and Blunders
Alright, the nitty-gritty!
The concierge was generally helpful, although sometimes a bit… flustered. The Elevator worked! Facilities for disabled guests exist, but see above. Luggage storage was a lifesaver when we arrived early. The Cash withdrawal. Great, you can pay for every single moment in a luxury hotel with the convenience of your own credit card.
I did appreciate the Daily housekeeping, even if they did betray me and my favourite t-shirt.
I will say, it was nice to have the Air conditioning in public area during the summer months.
For the Kids, or Escape to My Sanity
I did not have the kids, so I cannot really rate the kids part.
Rooms: The Heart of the Matter
The rooms themselves were… okay. Here’s the breakdown:
- Air conditioning: Essential.
- Blackout curtains: Thank goodness.
- Coffee/tea maker: Crucial for survival.
- Free bottled water: Always appreciated.
- Hair dryer: Functional.
- Minibar: Overpriced.
- Non-smoking: Thank the heavens.
- Seating area: Comfortable.
Getting Around
Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] Worked well, but at the end of the day, they are just two parking spots.
Final Verdict (With Dramatic Flair!)
So, would I recommend Escape to Paradise? That's tough. They’re trying to be a luxury hotel, and you can see the effort. But the accessibility is… inconsistent. The service is well-intentioned but occasionally chaotic. The food? A mixed bag of culinary adventures and near-disasters. The spa? Let's just say, I now know what it feels like to be a hostage of a body wrap.
If you're looking for a picture-perfect, flawlessly executed luxury hotel? Maybe look elsewhere.
But if you're up for an adventure, if you’re okay with a few imperfections, and if you have a good sense of humour and a willingness to roll with the punches? And, most importantly, if you can laugh at the chaos?
Then, maybe, maybe you'll find your own version of paradise here.
But please, for the love of all that is holy, skip the body wrap.
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Durbuy: My Holiday Home Hell-ish Heaven (Probably) - A Messy Itinerary
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's perfectly-polished travel log. This is real life, people. We're talking a holiday home near Durbuy, Belgium, with a garden. Sounds idyllic? Prepare for the delightful chaos.
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Garden Debacle
10:00 AM: The Great Escape. (a.k.a. Leaving Reality) Fumbling through the airport, running late, naturally. Spilled coffee on my one decent travel outfit. Existential crisis brewing already thanks to the airport's awful coffee. Ugh.
12:00 PM: The Flight. (or "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cramped Seats") Neighboring the loudest snorer on the planet. Spent most of the flight contemplating the meaning of life vs. the lack of legroom. Survived (somehow).
3:00 PM: Rental Car Rampage. Picking up the car… which, turns out, is a tiny, terrifying thing. My attempts at parallel parking resembled a comedy routine. Praying I don't accidentally drive through someone's garden (again).
5:00 PM: Arrival and the "Home" Sweet Home. Finding the holiday home… eventually. The address was somewhat vaguely worded, leading to an hour of circling back and forth. The garden, though, promised a dreamy sunset view. Promised but didn't deliver, the back yard was a mess of weeds and overgrown bushes (which is fine, honestly, it's more authentic!). Unpacking. Realizing I forgot to pack a corkscrew. The tragedy!
6:30 PM: Garden Games of Terror… and Triumph. Attempting to have a garden. Attempting also being a very loose version of the word. Attempting to fire up the grill, but after 30 minutes of fumbling, it seemed like the charcoal was mocking me. The view of the sunset was absolutely breathtaking. Dinner was ordered. Pizza for one!
8:00 PM: The Great Bedding Bungle. The bed. My god, the bed. It's either too hard or too soft, or just… wrong. Found myself considering sleeping on the floor (again considering the weeds in the garden, maybe not). Tried to fix the WiFi that was almost nonexistent. Managed to "relax" and "unwind" while getting very, very frustrated.
Day 2: Durbuy's Delights (and Disappointments)
9:00 AM: Breakfast Blues and a Quest for Coffee. Woke up disoriented, no coffee and no proper breakfast. The quest began. Found a surprisingly good bakery (thank goodness!).
10:00 AM: Durbuy Town Exploration. The town itself is really pretty and cute, despite the fact that it feels like every shop sells the exact same souvenir. Wandered the cobbled streets, taking photos of everything because, you know, Instagram. Bought a ridiculous wooden carving of a gnome. No regrets.
12:00 PM: Lunch, Lost in Translation. Attempted to order lunch in a restaurant. My French is… patchy, to say the least. Ended up with something I couldn't identify, but honestly, it tasted fantastic! The waiter was clearly entertained, though.
2:00 PM: The Adventure Valley Conundrum. Decided to be an adventurer! The adventure valley! "Adventure" turned into "mildly stressful walks through a tree-top park". Felt like a kid again, which was fun, but also slightly terrified.
4:00 PM: Chocolate Obsession. Bought a whole box of chocolate from a local chocolatier. A legitimate chocolate addiction could be brewing. Worth it.
6:00 PM: Garden Revival (Take 2) and the Great BBQ Disaster. Attempted the grill again. Epic fail. Smoke everywhere, food partially burnt. Ended up ordering pizza again. The pizza guy knew me by name now. Embarrassing, but delicious.
8:00 PM: Stargazing Strife. Tried stargazing in the garden. The sky was beautiful, but the mosquitos were vicious. Retreated inside, defeated, feeling like I was losing badly.
Day 3: A Day of Delays and Discoveries
9:00 AM: The Late Arriving. Slept in. Which, hey, vacation goals achieved!
10:00 AM: Road Trip. Decided to drive to a nearby town. Got hopelessly lost (of course). Ended up in a beautiful village I'd never have found otherwise. Sometimes being a bad navigator has its advantages.
12:00 PM: Unexpected Lunch in a Castle. Found a tiny restaurant in a castle (it happened!) with medieval decor and the most ridiculously delicious croque monsieur. Felt like a princess (though a slightly messy one).
2:00 PM: Back To The Home. I spent the rest of the day reading, napping in the garden, and accepting the fact that I was probably going to burn the holiday home down.
3:00 PM: The Great Garden… Again. Spent the afternoon in the garden. The sunlight, the silence, and the fact that I'd stopped trying to be perfect was somehow, truly blissful.
6:00 PM: Preparing to leave in the morning. Packing up, trying not to think about the mountains of laundry awaiting me back home. Gazing upon my home for the last time. It felt like a great, terrible holiday.
8:00 PM: The Farewell Dinner. The pizza guy was there. Laughing.
Day 4: Departure and the Post-Holiday Blues
9:00 AM: Farewell and Farewell. Checked out. The car was still in one piece. Celebration!
12:00 PM: The flight. Back to reality. Cramped seats, snorer. Same as before.
3:00 PM: Landing back. Aching, tired, slightly sunburned, and already nostalgic for the chaos.
5:00 PM: Home Sweet Home (or, at least, Home). Unpacking (again). Realizing that, despite the minor disasters, the bad garden, and the lost luggage, this trip… was perfect. It was messy. It was real. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Now, back to my real life. And I'm already planning a trip back… perhaps with a corkscrew.
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Durbuy Holiday Home Awaits! FAQs (Because Let's Be Real, You Have Questions)
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise"… sounds a *little* dramatic, right? Is it actually paradise, or just, you know, a nice holiday home?
Alright, alright, I admit, "Paradise" might be a *touch* hyperbolic. My wife, bless her heart, picked the name. She was feeling… optimistic, let's say. Is it paradise? Well, *my* paradise is a perfectly brewed cup of coffee and a crossword puzzle. You won't find those (yet!) in the house. But... Durbuy itself? That’s a different story. Cobblestone streets, the Ambleuse River… it's darn pretty. Think of it as "Paradise adjacent." Let's just say, after the madness of trying to get the keys on the first day (don't even get me started on the lockbox!), the peace and quiet of the place was… *almost* heavenly.
What kind of vibe are we talking? Is it a sleek, modern minimalist place, or something more… cozy?
Cozy! Definitely cozy. Think exposed beams, a roaring fireplace (yes, it's amazing. Used it to desperately try to dry out my soaked socks, which may or may not have involved a fire hazard incident…), and enough comfy throws to build a fort. It’s not some sterile hotel room. It's a *home*. A home that's seen a few things, probably. (I found a weird little plastic gnome in the garden. No idea what his story is). It's the kind of place you can actually relax in, not worry about spilling wine on a pristine white sofa.
Are there any downsides? Be honest!
Okay, okay, here's the brutally honest truth. First, the Wi-Fi can be a bit… temperamental. Don't expect to livestream the Super Bowl. Second, the stairs. Oh, the stairs. Especially if you've, you know, indulged in a few Belgian beers. They're steep, and winding. And third… (deep breath) the slightly dodgy water pressure in the shower. You might need a serious pep talk to get your hair clean. But hey, character, right? Plus, the view from the bedroom window makes you forget all that nonsense. Seriously, the view is *stunning*. Totally worth the shower struggle.
What's the kitchen situation like? I'm a foodie (or at least, I try to be).
The kitchen… it's functional. It's got all the basics. Refrigerator, oven, dishwasher (hallelujah!). I even made a decent carbonara in there, once. But don't expect Michelin-star equipment. Let's just say, it's perfect for rustling up a simple meal after a long day exploring. You *are* in Belgium, though. So, let's be honest, you'll be nibbling frites from a local shop anyway. Seriously, the frites are *incredible*. I gained five pounds. Worth it.
Tell me about the location, quick! Is it close to the town center? How's parking?
Location is *key*, my friend. You're a short, pleasant wander from the heart of Durbuy. Think five minutes to the main square. The place is tucked away enough to be peaceful, but close enough that you can easily stumble… *ahem*… *walk*… your way to all the restaurants and shops. Parking, though... yeah, that's a game. Street parking is a pain in the arse during peak season. You'll get your exercise walking from the public carpark, but hey, at least it's scenic. And the upside? Less traffic noise.
Is it pet-friendly? Because my fluffy companion is basically my shadow.
Yes! Your fluffy companion is absolutely welcome! (Within reason, of course, no Great Danes need apply. That's a joke, mostly. Well, maybe. Just check with us first.) The garden is a nice size for them to sniff around. Just be sure to pick up after them. The gnome will be judging you. (I swear that gnome is everywhere).
What's the best thing *you* think about the place?
Okay, the *best* thing… tough question. Probably that feeling of just… *being*. Sitting by the fireplace with a book, the rain drumming softly on the window. No emails, no deadlines, just… peace. The feeling you get when you finally *switch off*. Oh, and also the local *chocolaterie*. Seriously, the chocolate is next-level. You’ll thank me later. Actually, you won’t even need to thank me. You'll be too busy inhaling chocolate.
Can you tell me about the check-in/check-out process? Because I'm the world's most organized person (said with heavy sarcasm).
I'll be honest, it's usually smooth. But there was one instance… I remember this couple, bless their hearts, showed up a day early. I mean, *really* early. And they were *convinced* they were booked. It was a comedy of errors, a full-blown clusterf*ck of misunderstandings. After an emergency call, we got it all sorted, but it was a reminder that even chaos can unfold. We *aim* for smooth, though. Keycodes, emails, all the usual stuff. Simple. Unless, you know, you happen to have your dates mixed up. Just make sure to triple-check your booking confirmation! And maybe bring a travel adapter… and maybe a good book.
Is the house heated? (Because I'm a wimp when it comes to cold.)
Yes, the house has proper heating, thank goodness! Central heating, to be precise. And the fireplace is an absolute bonus for those particularly chilly evenings. Trust me, you'll be toasty warm. I, however was not. As I said, I was trying to dry my socks by the fireplace… and almost set the house on fire. So heed my warning: stay safe! But yes, warm. Very warm.
There's a garden, right? What's it like?
The *garden*. Ah, the garden. It's… quaint. It's not the sprawling estate of your dreams, more like a cosy little space. Enough room for a barbecue (which, admittedly, I haven’tUptown Lodging
