**Experience Unparalleled Luxury: Emaar Royal Hotel Medina Awaits**
Alright, buckle up buttercups! We're diving headfirst into a review of… well, that famous hotel. I’m not gonna name it, you already know which one. Let's get messy, shall we? Because let’s be honest, the perfectly polished reviews you read online? They lie. Here's the REAL scoop, warts and all, from a real person who's actually been there.
First Impressions (and a whole lot of wandering before I get to the point)
Okay, so the website promised… blah, blah, blah. You know the drill. But the feeling? That’s where it's at. I'm a sucker for a good lobby. Like, if the lobby sucks, the whole damn experience is ruined. Does this front door have a "wow" factor? Maybe. Does it have that "smell rich" scent? Maybe. Does it give off an intimidating vibe where you feel like you have to be perfect? Definitely. I'm judging, hard.
Accessibility: Ugh, this is important. I’m good, but my grandma is not. Their listing says they’re good to go, and I saw elevators, accessible entrances… BUT I couldn’t actually test it fully. It looked accessible, but you never truly know until you're dealing with it. Need to get a wheelchair user's perspective on this… maybe I can get my grandma's opinion, she'd tell you exactly what's up…
On-site Restaurants & Lounges (And That Terrifying Poolside Bar): Okay, quick confession: I spend more time choosing what to eat than actually eating. This hotel has options galore. So many options. Restaurants listed like an actual novel. I'm talkin' Asian, Western, buffets (always a gamble, let's be honest) and even… a vegetarian restaurant?! Are you kidding me?! Okay, I'm in. But the ONE place that really got to me was that poolside bar. The pool view? Stunning. The drinks? Strong. My wallet? Weeping. But the vibe? Super slick. Like, everyone there looked like they belonged in a magazine. Made me, in my slightly faded t-shirt, feel like I was crashing a yacht party. Am I too old for this scene? Maybe. But can I get a second mai tai? Always.
(Rambling Pause - Internet Woes and the Importance of a Good Connection)
Oh, the Internet. Don't even get me started. I NEED internet. I work on the go! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! Praise the travel gods. But is it actually good? Because a slow connection is the equivalent of torture to me. I do not believe anyone is working with LAN cables in 2024. Then again, I'm writing this review. Am I the problem?
(Back to the Food & Relaxation – or the lack there of)
Things to Do & Ways to Relax (And Did I Mention Food?): The spa. Oh, the spa. This is where things got… interesting. They have everything! Body wraps, scrubs, saunas, the works. And the pool with the view? Instagram heaven. The gym? Tried to, but too intimidated because of the aforementioned "looking like a yacht person" vibe. I'm not ashamed. I’m much more interested in the Steamroom, which I did use (it was bliss) and the Massage, which was… let's just say, a truly memorable experience. The masseuse was amazing. I’m not gonna lie, it was probably the best massage I’ve EVER had. But, the price tag felt the same as taking a mortgage out.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (aka My Primary Life Function): Okay, here’s the real tea. The breakfast buffet? Phenomenal. Fluffy pancakes, a mountain of fruit, the whole shebang. The coffee shop? Decent, but nothing to write home about. The room service? 24/7, bless them. I tested the limits and ordered a small bowl of soup at 3am. Still not sure why, but I needed it. Let this be a lesson: you will never regret a 3 a.m. bowl of soup.
(Cleanliness & Safety - The Worry Monster)
Now, in these times, cleanliness is everything. This place… they claim to take it seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection, individually-wrapped food… I saw a lot of people scrubbing stuff. I mean, I saw them! The stuff they were scrubbing? I’m not too sure. Did I feel safe? Yes. Did I feel paranoid? Also yes. That's just me though.
(The Services & Conveniences - What Did I Actually Use?)
- Services & Conveniences: Concierge? Helpful. Luggage storage? Essential. Dry cleaning? Didn’t use it, but good to know it’s there. I really appreciated the 24-hour Front Desk. Because, you know, jet lag and weird cravings. And the daily housekeeping was a beautiful thing. Clean sheets every day? Absolute luxury. The elevator was great, but it was a little slow…
(The Rooms – The Real Test)
Here's the deal. I lived in my room. Loved my room.
- Available in All Rooms: Air conditioning? CHECK. Free Wi-Fi? CHECK. Bathrobes? DOUBLE CHECK (I basically lived in mine). Mini bar? Also a good thing, even if I always felt guilty using it. Bathrooms had everything. Extra comfy beds and blackout curtains? Yes, please. The Coffee/tea maker and complimentary tea (essential). The in-room safe box was a good touch too, since I am somewhat disorganised and could do with a safe space for my possessions.
(Here’s a messy thought that’s probably important – the room sanitization opt-out available? What does that mean? Do I have to be brave and let the cleaners not come in? See, I have all the worries. But my room was clean, so… go figure.)
(For the Kids – Because, Why Not?)
They say they're family-friendly. Babysitting services, kids' meals, kids' facilities… Didn’t have any kids (you have seen this review, right?), so I can’t give you the lowdown but it looked like they were set up for it. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. But it did seem a bit… sterile?
(Getting Around - Parking, Taxis and the Like)
- Getting Around: Airport transfer? Yes. Car park? Yes. It was free, which is always a win. I also saw taxi service available, but didn't use it. So many wheels.
(The Verdict - The Messy, Honest Truth)
Okay, so, the hotel? It's got flaws. It’s not perfect. It’s a little… much sometimes. But here’s the thing: It tries. It tries hard. And the things it does well? It does really well. The spa, the breakfast, the comfortable bed and yes, that 3am soup… all absolutely worth the price.
Here's the Hook, My Persuasive Pitch (aka, the Sales Pitch):
Tired of the same old boring hotel experiences? Craving a getaway that's both luxurious and (secretly) a little bit chaotic? Then you're in the right place!
With its stunning pool, a world-class spa for ultimate relaxation, AND the kind of food options that will have your tastebuds doing the happy dance - this hotel is your perfect escape.
But here's the secret, it's the little things that make it special. Seriously book now, and let yourself be surprised!
Escape to Paradise: The Artist House Key West Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups. This isn't your sterile, bullet-pointed travel guide. This is a diary of my potential (and probably slightly chaotic) trip to Medina, specifically the Emaar Royal Hotel. Honestly, the thought already has me vibrating with a mix of excitement and sheer, unadulterated terror of screwing something up. Here goes:
Day 1: Arrival & "Wait, Where's My Luggage?!" Panic
- Pre-Dawn: Wake up, or at least try. My internal clock is currently set to "perpetual grouchiness." The flight's at, like, the crack of dawn. Coffee is MANDATORY. I quadruple-check my passport. Double-check my visa. Pack the emergency snacks (because airport food…). Okay, deep breaths.
- Morning: Flight from wherever-I-am. Pray to the travel gods for a smooth journey. The guy next to me on the plane will definitely try to talk the entire flight, and I won't be rude, but I'll also invent an elaborate persona of someone who speaks only sign language.
- Arrival in Medina: The air hits me like a warm, scented hug. Or maybe I just forgot to breathe during the flight. Either way, it's…different. Immigration. Customs. The usual dance. And then…the baggage carousel. I see everyone else grabbing their bags and I look at the carousel, look around, and there's nothing. My bag, the bag that holds my entire life – or at the very least, all my clean underwear - is GONE. Cue minor internal meltdown. Pray to Allah, the luggage gods, and anyone else who might be listening.
- Afternoon: Finally, finally, finally… I find someone who speaks enough English (and is probably as exhausted as I am) to report my lost luggage. Sigh. Now, to the Emaar Royal Hotel. Taxis are a gamble, right? Let's hope I don't get ripped off immediately. Uber? Okay, Uber it is.
- Hotel Check-in: Ah, the Emaar Royal. Supposedly swanky. Hopefully they have wifi because I'm going to need it to track my missing bag and to beg my friends for pictures of my shoes. Check-in should be easy enough. I hope. I'm so tired that I might babble incoherently the entire time.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Room. Finally. A place to wallow in my lost luggage drama. (Did I mention my luggage is missing? Because it is. MY. LUGGAGE!). Okay, deep breaths. Unpack what is in my carry-on (toothbrush, phone charger, emergency snacks, and a crumpled t-shirt.). Shower mandatory. Seriously, I feel like I've been marinating in airplane germs. Then? Dinner. Hopefully, the hotel has a decent restaurant. (Fingers crossed for anything non-airplane-food adjacent.) I should probably contact the airline, again. And just maybe call my mom. I bet she'll know exactly what to do.
Day 2: Exploring & The Unexpected Beauty
- Morning: Breakfast. A feast! Or at least, hopefully, something more interesting than a sad croissant. I'm hoping for a proper Arabic breakfast. Falafel? Labneh? If there's proper coffee, I'll be ecstatic.
- Mid-morning: Time to venture out! The Prophet's Mosque. The main reason I am here. I'm trying to go with an open mind, and accept what I'm about to experience. I hope the hotel can arrange a car or tour, to help me get around safely. I'll need to figure out proper attire – I've read up on it, but I'm still nervous about offending anyone. My headscarf game is weak, let's be honest. The sheer history and significance of the place is… overwhelming. The energy. Wow. I'm predicting a complete sensory overload in the best way possible.
- Afternoon: Roaming the city. The souk! And maybe, hopefully, my luggage will have arrived by now. If the souk is anything like the ones I've heard about… I'm going to lose my mind. Bargaining skills: activated! I'm hoping to find some souvenirs.
- Late Afternoon: Back to the hotel to cool down, and maybe a quick dip in the hotel pool, if there is one. A chance to relax before the evening prayers? I hope so, the prayer times are a bit of a mystery to me, but I want to be respectful.
- Evening: Dinner. Local food, absolutely. If I'm brave enough, I might try something I can't pronounce. Or maybe I'll just stick with what I recognize. (Chicken shawarma saves the day again, probably). I'll check in with the airline, yet again. And try to keep positive.
- Bonus: One last thing. Write in my journal. Reflect on the day, my feelings, and the small moments that are already shaping up to be important.
Day 3: Deep Dive & The Emotional Rollercoaster
- Morning: This day is meant to be solely dedicated to the religious sites and to visit the mosque and to pray. It's a deep dive into reflection and prayer. I will listen to my mind to try and understand. Try to understand this holy place, and understand what this all means. Deep breath.
- Afternoon: Visit the other sites, maybe taking in a tour. Seeing more of Medina. It's hard to keep track of, and I'm letting go of scheduling.
- Evening: I've been doing this all day, and now it's time to eat. So probably grab some local fare. Hopefully, I learn to enjoy the flavors.
- Night: Let's try to get some sleep.
Day 4: Departure & The Unexpected Aftermath
- Morning: One last breakfast. Hopefully, my luggage has miraculously reappeared. Sigh. Check out. Taxi. Airport. All the same anxious energy as when I arrived.
- Afternoon: The flight. Back to reality. Or, at least, to my own reality.
Anecdotes & Imperfections:
- I guarantee I'll get lost at least once. Probably multiple times. I have a terrible sense of direction.
- I fully expect to embarrass myself with my complete lack of Arabic skills. "Shukran" is the only word I've semi-mastered.
- I'm fairly confident I'll cry at least once, probably in the Prophet's Mosque. From emotion, awe, and probably just being tired.
- I’m a terrible negotiator. I’ll probably end up paying double for everything in the souk.
- The food! I will probably overeat. And then feel slightly guilty. And then eat more.
Quirky Observations & Emotional Reactions:
- I'm fascinated by the architecture. The way the sun hits the minarets. The sheer scale of everything.
- I'm terrified but also completely thrilled. It's a potent mix.
- I'm constantly aware of being an outsider, and I want to be respectful, but I also want to experience everything.
- I'm expecting to find myself different on the other side. Transformed, maybe? Or just really, really tired?
The Messy Bits:
This "itinerary" is more of a framework. The reality will be far messier. Things will change. Plans will fall apart. And that's okay. The goal is not perfection. It's to experience, to learn, to be present. And maybe, just maybe, find my way to that missing suitcase…
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