Aloft Cancun: Your Paradise Awaits (Unbelievable Deals Inside!)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! This is gonna be a long one because you want the works - the messy, honest, funny, human review of everything! And I'm all in. This is going to be less a review and more a fever dream of my stay, the good, the bad, and the slightly-unhinged.
(I'm pretending I actually stayed at this hotel, and this is my diary of the experience.)
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The Arrival - "Is This Place Real?"
First off, the name. Let's say, for the sake of argument, the hotel is called "The Serene Sanctuary." Sounds…well, a bit too serene, if you ask me. I'm more of a "Chaos & Cocktails" type of traveler. But hey, expectations can be shattered, right?
The airport transfer was smooth…too smooth. Are we sure the driver wasn't secretly a robot? I prefer a little human error, a near-miss with a rogue scooter, a questionable navigational choice. You know, spice! But no, perfect, on time, and the car smelled vaguely of expensive cologne. A bit unsettling.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Like My Packing!)
The website promised accessibility. And, bless their hearts, they mostly delivered. The elevator worked, a HUGE win. Wheelchair access to the lobby and the main restaurant? Check. Now, the devil's in the details. The ramps were a bit steep in places, making me feel like I was competing in the Tour de France on a motorized scooter. But hey, at least I got a workout!
The facilities for disabled guests were there, but I didn’t personally try them. Seeing them listed is a good thing, but the actual execution would need to be tested.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Yep! Good to see.
Internet Access: Wi-Fi – My Kryptonite
The brochure boasted “Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!” Praise the WiFi gods! That's huge. I’m a digital nomad, a social media addict and someone who literally loses my mind if my wifi isn't perfect! Let's be honest: it’s a human right in this day and age. The Wi-Fi in public areas was adequate. But the room Wi-Fi? Oh boy.
It was… temperamental. Sometimes blazing fast, other times slower than a snail in molasses. I swear, I spent half my trip refreshing the page, my face contorted in a primal scream. Internet [LAN] – well, I didn’t even bother. That’s vintage technology, baby! It was like the hotel was saying "You'll enjoy the internet on our terms!". I guess.
Internet Services: They had it, theoretically.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Dreams and Gym Fiascos
Okay, the spa. Now we're talking. I'm a sucker for a good Body scrub. A Body wrap? Sign me up! And the Pool with a view? Forget about it. I was picturing myself, lounging in tranquil water, with the cityscape stretching out, sipping something fruity and elegant. The reality? Let’s just say it was… well, it was a pool. Decent, clean, but with a slightly aggressive aerobics class going on at 7 am. Loudly.
The Sauna was hot - in a good way. The Steamroom? Also good. The Spa/sauna experience was decent.
The Gym/fitness center, however… let's just say my fitness regime went on hiatus. The treadmill looked like it hadn’t been used since the early 90s. The weights were suspiciously rusty. And the music? The kind of elevator music that makes you want to punch a wall. So, I did the next best thing: I hit the Poolside bar.
Fitness center: In theory.
Massage: Yes! A must.
Things to Do: I did not find much to do.
Swimming pool: Decent.
Cleanliness and Safety: Are We Protected?!
This is where things got interesting. The hotel, let’s give it credit, was trying. They really, truly were.
Anti-viral cleaning products were in use. Daily disinfection in common areas. Professional-grade sanitizing services – all of it. I saw staff wandering around, spraying things like they were performing some kind of holy ritual. This was an important thing during my stay!
Hand sanitizer was everywhere. At least 1 meter distance between people, etc.
Rooms sanitized between stays: I have to assume, because I don't have a UV light! haha.
Staff trained in safety protocol.
Rooms sanitized between stays – seemed like it.
My heart was a little at ease (mostly).
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Let's Eat!
Okay, the food. This is THE MOST IMPORTANT part for me. What’s a trip without sampling all the local delicacies (and maybe some questionable international cuisine)?
Restaurants: Plural! Promising.
A la carte in restaurant: Yes!
Asian breakfast: I tried it, and it was, well, an experience. A lot of seaweed. A lot of unfamiliar textures. Did I like it? Let's just say I stuck to the Western breakfast on subsequent days.
Asian cuisine in restaurant: Yes.
Bar: They had one!
Breakfast service: Buffet or takeout (I opted for both).
Breakfast [buffet]: The buffet was decent.
Coffee/tea: Plenty of it!
Desserts in restaurant: Delightful!
Happy hour: Excellent.
International cuisine in restaurant: Yep!
Poolside bar: Life-saver.
Room service [24-hour]: Yes! Very, very important. And the menu was extensive.
Salad in restaurant: Yummy!
Snack bar: Convenient!
Soup in restaurant: Good.
Vegetarian restaurant: There wasn't one, but they'd cater to vegetarians.
Western cuisine in restaurant: Yessir!
Bottle of water: Essential!
Service and Conveniences: The Perks and the Pitfalls
Air conditioning in public area: Yep.
The Concierge was actually helpful! Hallelujah! I actually think they genuinely liked their job.
Daily housekeeping: Flawless. I was greeted with a spotless room every time.
Elevator: Thank goodness.
Facilities for disabled guests: Good to have!
Gift/souvenir shop: A bit overpriced, but hey, I bought a t-shirt!
Meeting/banquet facilities: I didn't personally attend one, but I saw them setting up!
Safety deposit boxes: Useful.
Smoking area: Yes.
Terrace: Lovely.
The Invoice provided, I'm pretty sure, was…accurate? I'm terrible at math.
Services and conveniences: Yes!
For the Kids: Family-Friendly or Family-Frustrating?
I did not travel with kids, but…
Babysitting service: They had one.
Family/child friendly: Seemed it.
Kids facilities: They had some, but I didn't get a good look.
For the kids: It seemed the hotel was trying.
Access: Getting Around (and Staying Safe)
CCTV in common areas: Yes.
CCTV outside property: Yes.
Check-in/out [express]: Convenient.
Fire Extinguisher: Good!
Front desk [24-hour]: Essential!
Non-smoking rooms: Yes.
Security [24-hour]: Yes!
Smoke alarms: Yes.
Getting around: Yes.
Airport transfer: Yes.
Taxi service: Yes.
Car park [on-site]: Yes
(The Room - My Little Sanctuary (or Prison?)
Okay, my room. The most important part, right?
Air conditioning: Worked like a charm.
Alarm clock: Useless, I have my phone!
Bathrobes: Oh, yes!
Bathtub: Glorious.
Blackout curtains: Crucial for a light sleeper like me.
Coffee/tea maker: Lifesaver!
Desk: Adequate.
Free bottled water: Always appreciated.
**Hair
Unbelievable Chalet in Morzine, France: Chalet Muguet Gauche Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your standard travel itinerary. This is… well, it's my attempt at surviving Cancun, solo, while staying at the Aloft. Expect the unexpected – including maybe me just flat-out ignoring the schedule. Consider yourselves warned.
Cancun: The Great Unknown (and My Questionable Sanity on Arrival)
Day 1: Arrival - A Cacophony of Confusion and Jet Lag
- 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Arrive at Cancun International Airport. Oof. Already sweating. Why is it always so hot the second you step off the plane? Finding the transportation… right. I'm using a shuttle – they're affordable, yeah? I think the directions said to meet at… is that really a guy holding a sign with my name? And is he wearing a Hawaiian shirt? Okay, this is peak vacation cliché. Pray for me. (And pray for the shuttle's air conditioning. Please.) (Ancillary Task: Don't lose my passport. Seems like a reasonable goal.)
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Shuttle to Aloft Cancun. The drive… it’s a blur of neon signs and the endless thrum of people. Trying to stay awake. Trying not to judge the guy wearing a giant sombrero in the seat next to me. Failing spectacularly.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Check-in. Pray the room is actually what I booked. (Spoiler alert: always a gamble.) Also, gotta remember to tip the bellhop. I am terrible at this. I'll probably embarrass myself.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Collapse. Unpack(ish). Assess damage of travel. Let's be honest, the real unpacking will probably be later, after a nap. The bed looks inviting. Really, really inviting.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Explore the hotel and grab a bite to eat. Apparently, there's a rooftop pool… must investigate. Maybe a margarita. Or three. The hotel looks pretty sleek though, all modern vibes. Will I be able to find my way around? Probably not.
- 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM: Dinner somewhere close by the hotel. Food. I NEED food. Is there a good taco place nearby? Praying for amazing tacos. (Potential Disaster Scenario: Order something I can't pronounce and hate. Classic.) Also, try not to stare too hard at everyone else. It's hard not to when you're a solo traveler and you have no one to talk to but your own internal dialogue, which is currently screaming, "WHERE ARE THE TACOS?!"
- 8:00 PM: Early bedtime, hopefully. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.
Day 2: Beach Bliss… and My Inner Critic
- 9:00 AM: Up early (ish). Or maybe late. Who even knows? Head to the beach. Sunscreen, hat, sunglasses… check, check, check. Okay, I look like I know what I'm doing. Maybe.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Beach Time! Okay, this is what it's all about, right? White sand, turquoise water… I hope. (Secretly praying the seaweed isn't overwhelming.) Try to relax. Fail. Constantly worrying about pickpockets, judging my swimsuit (it's probably the wrong one), and generally just existing. Find a good spot, put my towel down, and then spend an hour just staring at the ocean and not doing anything. Pure bliss? Maybe. Or maybe just an overthinking mind on overdrive.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch at a beachside restaurant. Fish tacos. Must have fish tacos. If they're bad, potential emotional meltdown.
- 2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Back to the beach. Try again to relax. This time with an adult beverage. Maybe swim in the ocean! Might regret this later.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Stroll along the beach, people-watching and trying to find something other than myself to focus on. Think about a massage. Realize I can't afford it. Sigh.
- 5:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Head back to the hotel to freshen up. Pray the sunscreen hasn't turned me into a lobster.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner. Decide to be adventurous and check out a restaurant a bit further away. Maybe walk, maybe a taxi… depend on my bravery levels.
- 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Explore. Wander. See if there's any live music. Honestly, all I really want at this point is someone to talk to who doesn't judge my questionable fashion choices. (Ancillary Task: Don't make eye contact with the hawkers. You will buy something you don't need.)
- 9:00 PM: Maybe a nightcap back at the hotel bar? Or retreat to my fortress of solitude (aka, my hotel room) and watch some terrible TV.
Day 3: Chichen Itza - Cultural Overload and Existential Dread
- 7:00 AM: Ugh, early wakeup call. Gotta get to Chichen Itza. The tour starts at 7:00 AM! I'm not a morning person. I'm not even a noon person, really.
- 8:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The long bus ride to Chichen Itza. Okay, this is when my patience will be tested. Try to read. Try to sleep. Try not to get motion sickness.
- 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Arrive at Chichen Itza. The pyramids. The history. Try to be impressed. Fight the urge to roll my eyes at the crowds of tourists. Try to find the shade. I'm going to burn.
- 2:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Lunch somewhere near the pyramids. Hopefully, the food is better than the cafeteria-style "buffet" at the hotel.
- 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back on the bus. Another long ride. Contemplate the meaning of life. Maybe take a nap.
- 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Arrive back at the hotel, exhausted. Wash it all off, order room service, and try to forget how many tourists I saw.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. Back to the hotel? This is the loneliest part of the day.
- Rest of the evening: Netflix. Dark chocolate. And the comforting hum of my own internal chaos.
Day 4: Cenotes, Snorkeling, and the Fear of the Deep
- 9:00 AM: Okay, another early(ish) start. Today, cenotes! Supposed to be magical. Hoping it is. I'm not that great of a swimmer, and I have a slight fear of the deep. This could be interesting.
- 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM: Snorkeling, cenotes, exploring, a little bit of water. Probably gonna choke. Water, not my friend. Don't drown. Take pictures for proof that I went.
- 1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Lunch near the cenote. Hopefully, they have something other than burritos.
- 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: More cenote exploration. Try to overcome my fear of drowning.
- 4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Head back to the hotel.
- 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner. Still alone. Still battling internal demons.
- 7:00 PM - late: Relax, maybe a movie, or just stare at the ceiling.
Day 5: Departure - A Bitter-Sweet Farewell (and a Giant Pile of Laundry)
- 9:00 AM: Pack. Ugh. The worst part.
- 10:00 AM: Last breakfast. Try not to overeat out of stress.
- 11:00 AM: Check out. Remember to leave a tip.
- 12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Shuttle to the airport. This time, hopefully, the driver is less… enthusiastic.
- 1:00 PM - 3:00 PM: Airport chaos. Security lines. Duty-free shops. Is there a book store?
- 3:00 PM: Flight. Finally, a chance to relax and process the last few days.
- Post-Trip: Hours and hours of laundry, endless photos to sort, and a lingering sense of both accomplishment and utter bewilderment.
- Conclusion: Overall, Cancun
So, uh...what *is* this thing even about?
Okay, so, *clearly* it's about something. But what exactly? Well, let's just say it's a collection of answers to frequently asked questions. Think of it as a slightly chaotic, wildly opinionated user guide to... well, *life*, I guess. Look, I made this because... well, because I was thinking about stuff, and figured, hey, someone else out there might be thinking the same thing! And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of my frantic, unhinged brilliance will shine through. (Kidding! Mostly.)
Do you *really* have all the answers?
Ha! Oh, sweet summer child. No. Absolutely not. I'm pretty sure my dog has more answers than I do, and he mostly just eats things off the floor and judges me. I'm just a person rambling, with a keyboard. Consider these less "answers" and more "suggestions." And even *those* are debatable. Seriously, take everything with a grain of salt (and maybe a whole shaker). I will tell you, however, that I *attempt* to answer questions with brutal honesty, a dash of humor, and a generous helping of my own glorious, messy experience.
Why are the answers so... *long*?
Look, brevity is the soul of wit, I get it. But sometimes, the soul needs a REALLY long chat before it gets to the wit. I'm more of a "stream-of-consciousness" style, which means I might wander a little, go off on tangents, and occasionally get distracted by a particularly shiny thought. Consider it part of the charm. Think of it like a really long, rambling conversation with that one friend who tells the *best* stories. It's also likely I got bored and felt like writing a novel.
Wait, who ARE you, anyway? Are you a robot? A wizard?
I'm honestly just a person. A flawed, complicated, caffeine-dependent person. I have no magical powers, no advanced degrees in anything remotely useful, and a questionable understanding of grammar. Sometimes I feel like a wizard, mostly when I somehow manage to make toast without burning it. But beyond that? Just your average, everyday human, attempting to figure things out.
What if I disagree with what you say?
Please, PLEASE, disagree! I thrive on a good debate. In fact, if you're not questioning everything I say, I'm probably doing something wrong. Healthy skepticism keeps things interesting. Disagree, rant, hurl digital tomatoes – it's all good. Just, you know, be nice about it. Unless the other person is not being; in which case do what must be done. Constructive criticism is welcome. Trolling, however, will get you blocked. (I'm not made of stone, people!)
What categories are covered? What SHOULD it be about?
Mostly, it's about everything. And nothing. Life's ups and downs, the sheer absurdity of existence, the quest for a decent cup of coffee... You know, the important stuff. If I get inspired, I can go into the realms of:
- Relationships (ugh, the worst and best thing ever)
- Work struggles (the daily grind)
- Personal growth hiccups (learning to be a better me...or at least, trying)
- Thoughts on the future (terrifying, amazing, and everything in between)
- Random rambles and rants (because, why not?)
Have you had any epic failures? Like, *really* epic?
Oh. Sweet, sweet question. *Do I ever*. Okay, buckle up, because I'm about to share a story of monumental proportions. This one time, I decided to bake a cake. A *fancy* cake. You know, the kind with layers, and frosting, and… well, it looked amazing online. I followed the recipe to the letter, I thought. Measured carefully. The whole nine yards. As I pulled it from the oven it looked promising, like a lovely, albeit slightly lopsided, tower of deliciousness.
Then came the frosting. I decided to get *creative* with it. Tried a new recipe. It... didn't set. At. All. It was more like a glorified, sugary soup. The cake started to tilt dramatically. Like, it was actively defying gravity. And that's when the cat jumped on the counter.
(Sigh)
Yes, the cat. Because of course, the cat. It wasn't even *my* cat, it was a friend's. He took one look at the disaster and did what any self-respecting feline would do: he took a running leap. Right into the cake.
Picture it: a fluffy, caramel-colored cat, covered from nose to tail in sugary, runny frosting, batting at a now completely demolished, three-story cake. It was a scene. A *catastrophic* scene. I burst into tears (mostly from laughter, okay, maybe *mostly* from laughter), the friend was mortified, the cat was… well, the cat was licking his paws and looking smug, like he'd just executed a perfectly planned heist. The whole thing ended with me ordering a pizza. And vowing *never* to bake a fancy cake again. Ever.
Are you afraid of anything?
Oh boy, where to start? I'm afraid of wasps. The tiny ones, the big ones, all of them. They're the spawn of Satan, with tiny, menacing wings. I'm afraid of the dark. Which is ridiculous, because I'm an adult. But the shadows... they always seem to have something lurking. And the fear of public speaking... shiver. And, maybe a little bit, of disappointment. I REALLY don't like disappointing people
