Gold Coast Paradise: Artique River & Ocean Views Await!

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Gold Coast Paradise: Artique River & Ocean Views Await!

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review of the hotel. This isn't your grandma's dry-as-toast travelogue, okay? We're going for REAL – the good, the bad, and the "wait, did I leave my toothbrush in the… never mind." I'm your average traveler, craving a good escape, not necessarily a perfectly curated Instagram feed. Let's break this down, shall we?

Let's Talk the Basics…and the Things That Actually Matter (Like, Does It Feel Good?)

First things first, Accessibility. I'm not personally in a wheelchair, but I do know that feeling of walking into a place and immediately thinking "Ugh, no." The hotel says it has facilities for disabled guests. Gotta check those specifics. The presence of an elevator is a good start. Important to note!

Then there's the Internet. Listen, in 2024, no Wi-Fi is a dealbreaker. This place boasts Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank the lord! It also offers Internet [LAN] and Internet services. Okay, techie stuff. I will say, the quality of the Wi-Fi is going to be a HUGE make-or-break for me. Nothing worse than a buffering episode of Ted Lasso right when you need it.

Cleanliness and Safety – Because Nobody Wants a Surprise Guest (…of the Germy Variety)

Okay, the hygiene checklist is impressive, honestly. Anti-viral cleaning products. Good. Daily disinfection in common areas. Excellent. Hand sanitizer. Yes! Rooms sanitized between stays. Music to my germaphobe ears. They have Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Staff trained in safety protocol, and even Sterilizing equipment. They are really going all out. They also mention Room sanitization opt-out available, which is a nice touch for folks who might prefer a less-sterile experience (or have a specific allergic reaction to cleaning products).

What's To Do? (Because Just Being Here is Not Enough)

Alright, let's get down to the fun stuff. The hotel throws a LOT at you. They offer Things to do

  • Ways to Relax: Body scrub, Body wrap,
  • Fitness Fanatics: Fitness center, Gym/fitness. I'm a sucker for a good workout, and the "Gym/fitness" description is so vague… what's the equipment situation? Treadmills that are older than I am? Hope not.
  • Spa, glorious spa: Foot bath, Massage, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom. Seriously, the promise of a Pool with a view and some downtime in a Sauna sounds heavenly. I'm picturing myself, finally, truly and deeply relaxed. Sigh.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Sustenance of Life (And My Happiness)

The dining options seem plentiful. Restaurants, Bar, Happy hour, Poolside bar, etc. I always judge a hotel by its coffee. Are we talking watered-down swill or a decent Coffee/tea in restaurant? Breakfast [buffet] or Breakfast service? Let's hope it's more buffet! The inclusion of an Asian breakfast could be a winner if they do it right. 

Let me confess something: Room service, especially the Room service [24-hour], is a HUGE draw for me. Midnight cravings deserve to be treated with respect.

Services and Conveniences – The Little Perks That Make a Difference

Cash withdrawal. Necessary. Concierge. Useful. Daily housekeeping. Amen. Dry cleaning, Ironing service, and Laundry service. Hallelujah! I detest having to pack a whole suitcase just so I can bring my favorite silk shirt. Food delivery and a Convenience store are also nice touches.

For the Kids – Because, Well, Sometimes They're There

This hotel is described as Family/child friendly, with Babysitting service and Kids meal. I can't speak to this personally, but it's great to know they're catering to families.

Rooms, Glorious Rooms – The Heart of the Matter

The list of in-room amenities is a long one. I'm most looking forward to Air conditioning. The Bathroom phone is…an interesting touch! Free bottled water is ALWAYS a plus. A Coffee/tea maker, Refrigerator, and a Mini bar? Winning. But the Blackout curtains? Seriously, the gods must have answered my prayers. To find a hotel with blackout curtains is a triumph.

Getting Around

Airport transfer is a must. Taxi service, and Valet parking. I will probably be using all of these.

The “Messy” Takeaway

  • This hotel seems to tick a lot of boxes. The safety measures alone will likely win over a lot of travelers.
  • The internet situation seems to be under control hopefully.
  • I am very excited about the potential for a good spa day.
  • I'm not gonna lie, I'm already envisioning ordering room service in my bathrobe at 2 AM.

The Offer – Because You Deserve This Getaway

Feeling stressed, overwhelmed, and in desperate need of a chill-out session? It sounds to me like you're a perfect candidate for this hotel! With its commitment to cleanliness, amazing amenities, and a focus on both relaxation and convenience, this place promises a getaway that's tailored to your needs. Book now and experience the luxury you deserve!

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Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is the Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast escapade, unedited, messy, and dripping with my own brand of chaotic joy. Let's get into it, shall we?

Day 1: Arrival & The Great Beach Fiasco (and a side of existential dread)

  • 11:00 AM - Brisbane Airport Debacle: Okay, so remember that foolproof airport transfer I booked? Yeah, well, let's just say "foolproof" and "me" don't exactly mesh. Apparently, my driver was a touch late, and when he did arrive, he looked like he'd been wrestling a badger. We eventually crammed ourselves into this tiny, slightly-suspicious-looking van, and after a nail-biting drive of questionable lane discipline, we finally made it!

  • 12:30 PM - Artique Apartment Arrival - OMG, The Balcony!: Whew, finally, we made it! The apartment? Stunning. The view? Gorgeous. I mean, the "partial ocean view" is more like "a whisper of ocean," but the river view is killer. The balcony? Perfect. I immediately envisioned myself sipping cocktails in the golden hour, pondering the meaning of life. I ran out there, and the wind almost blew my hat off.

  • 1:00 PM - Quick Grocery Run (and a near-miss with a rogue shopping cart): Time to stock up, feed the beast. My brilliant plan? Walk to the nearest supermarket. My execution? A near-disaster involving an aggressively-angled shopping cart, a pack of instant noodles, and a sudden, overwhelming craving for a sausage roll. Success! (with a slightly bruised ego).

  • 2:00 PM - Beach Time… Mostly: Okay, so, the actual beach. I’d been dreaming of this! Sunshine, sand, the sound of the waves… I got the sand part. And the vague sound of the ocean, but mostly the sound of a crying toddler and the incessant thrum of a jet ski. I forgot the sunscreen, naturally. And about 30 minutes in I got stung by something that's best described as "a stinging thing." I retreated to the apartment to nurse my ego (and my rapidly reddening skin).

  • 6:00 PM - Balcony Sunset Cocktail Hour (Take 1): Tried to channel my inner Zen master while watching the sunset from my balcony. I had a lovely glass of wine that promptly spilled all over the table – it was like the universe was laughing at my attempts at serenity.

  • 8:00 PM - Dinner & Delirium: Restaurant recommendations from the concierge? Pfft. I’m a culinary adventurer! That, paired with the sunburn and wine: the night ended with me eating my instant noodles in front of the TV with a half-opened bottle of wine.

Day 2: Adrenaline, Abandonment, and a Questionable Coffee

  • 9:00 AM - Coffee Catastrophe: So, I thought I’d be all trendy and ordered a soy latte from a cafe. It tasted like burnt socks and regret. I wandered around the cafe, completely overwhelmed and feeling an existential crisis.

  • 10:00 AM - Surfers Paradise: The Rollercoaster of Emotions: Surfers Paradise! The heart of Gold Coast. Bright, bustling, and loud. I took a deep breath, took in the sensory overload, and promptly had a panic attack and needed to escape.

  • 12:00 PM - Skydiving (Don't Ask): So, I'd booked a skydiving experience. I’d been a nervous wreck for weeks. And, well, I'm pretty sure I screamed the entire way down. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly, utterly amazing. I survived! And for the next hour, I was on an absolute adrenaline high.

  • 2:00 PM - Lunch - The "I'll Eat Anything" Stage: Back at the Apartment. My stomach was growling after that adrenaline dump, so I inhaled a burger from a local takeaway. (It was delicious, okay?)

  • 4:00 PM - Balcony Time (Take 2): I swear the balcony is the best thing about this place. This time, I brought better snacks and a book. And the wine? Much better. I spent a good couple of hours just zoning out and watching the world go by. It was bliss.

  • 7:00 PM - Dinner: Fish 'n' Chips & Self-Reflection: I went to a local fish and chip shop, which was amazing. I ate them with a beautiful view. And I swear, I had my first proper moment of peace.

Day 3: Coast & the "Almost Too Much" Experience

  • 9:00 AM - Breakfast Fail: Toast. Burned. Coffee. Undrinkable. I'm starting to think I'm destined to eat terrible food on this trip.

  • 10:00 AM - Coastal Drive: Drive to Burleigh Heads. Stunning coastline, beautiful views. The ocean was glowing, the waves were crashing, the weather was perfect.

  • 12:00 PM - Burleigh Beach Bliss: Burleigh Heads beach – it was the real beach experience I'd been dreaming of. White sand, crystal-clear water. (And not a single rogue jet ski.) I actually swam for a bit!

  • 2:00 PM - Lunch - Overeating, Regret, and a Nap: I had so much delicious food, then promptly fell into a food coma. I woke up an hour later and felt gross.

  • 5:00 PM - Farewell Balcony Drinks & the Deep Sadness: Last night! I did a final balcony session – a last toast to my little Gold Coast adventure and the impending return to "real life."

  • 7:00 PM - Farewell Dinner - Food poisoning? I met up with some friends and the farewell dinner took a turn. I'll leave it at that.

  • 9:00 PM - Packing: So over it.

Day 4: Departure

  • 9:00 AM - Airport Debacle AGAIN: Everything went wrong, the traffic, the check-in, and I had to throw away most of my souvenirs.

  • 12:00 PM - The End: Finally home. Exhausted, slightly sunburned, a little bit poorer, but with a heart full of Gold Coast memories. Would I do it again? Absolutely…as soon as I've mentally recovered.

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Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast AustraliaOkay, buckle up, buttercup. This ain't your grandma's FAQ. We're diving headfirst into the glorious, messy, and occasionally traumatizing world of... well, whatever we're talking about, let's just call it "Life Stuff." Because that's what this is, right? Life Stuff! And I'm gonna be real with you. Real, real real.

So, what *IS* the deal with... well, *everything*?

Ugh. That's a biggie, isn't it? Like, the Grand Canyon of questions. Let's be honest, I got no clue. If I knew *everything*, I'd be chilling on a yacht somewhere, sipping a non-alcoholic mojito (because, health, you know?). But seriously, the "deal" is usually a chaotic blend of good times, soul-crushing disappointments, weird smells you can't quite place, and the agonizing pursuit of the perfect avocado toast. It's also about figuring out what you *want* to know, and then realizing you don't *really* want to know it, and still obsessing over it for like, three weeks. It's a whole thing.

Okay, fine. But what about *specific* things? Like, relationships? Are they all doomed?

Oh, relationships. *Sigh*. Where do I even start? Doomed? Maybe. Probably. Look, I've had relationships that felt like winning the lottery and relationships that felt like getting locked in a hamster cage with a rabid squirrel. The secret (if there IS one. Which, let's be honest, there probably isn't) is… communication. And chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. And a therapist. Seriously, get a therapist. I had one who once said, "You're attracted to people with the emotional availability of a houseplant." She wasn't wrong. And it was the best money I ever spent. Well, after the chocolate. And maybe the lottery tickets. But seriously, therapy. It helps you realize that *you're* the problem, not the other person. Which, you know, is also a problem. A big, complicated, messy problem. But at least you can control *you*... sometimes.

What about work? Is my job supposed to make me want to scream into a pillow?

Probably. Kidding! (Mostly). I mean, ideally, your job should involve some shred of passion, right? Like, you shouldn't actively *hate* going to work. Unless you're being paid a metric ton of money, in which case, maybe scream into your pillow *after* you've cashed the check. I once worked at a place… let's just say it involved spreadsheets and the crushing weight of bureaucracy. It was soul-destroying. I’m pretty sure I lost years of my life staring at Excel formulas. I was so miserable one day, I accidentally put hot sauce in the coffee maker. It wasn't my finest hour. Find something that at least doesn’t feel like slowly drowning in paperwork. Or, you know, learn to love paperwork. I haven't cracked that one yet.

Okay, so you hate everything? Is there *anything* you actually *like*?

Whoa, easy there. I don't "hate everything"! I'm just... realistic. Alright, alright, let's see. I *love*… a perfectly brewed cup of coffee in the morning. Like, the kind that makes you want to do a little happy jig (even if you secretly dread the day). And a really good book. The kind that pulls you in so completely you forget you have a life. And sunshine. And my dog. (Okay, he’s basically the only reason I don’t run away to live in a cave somewhere). And… wait, there's one! I love when the grocery store has my favorite brand of pickles. Like, a weird, specific, maybe slightly unbalanced love. But I *really* do. See? Not a complete grump, just a… pick-lover? A *pickle*-phile? Okay, I'll stop.

Wait, you mentioned a dog. What's his/her name and how do you feel about pets?

His name is Captain Fluffernutter. Don't judge. My ex-boyfriend named him. I was *strongly* against it at the time. Now I can't imagine him being anything else. If it wasn't for the Captain, I would 100% be living in a cave. I *adore* animals. Pets are the best, you guys. They're little fluffy therapists who don't charge you hourly and always think you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. Even when you're crying over spilled milk (or, you know, a relationship breakup). They're always there to lick your tears away. I have a cat, too, though don’t tell the Captain. He gets jealous. My feelings towards pets? Obsessive, frankly. I’d adopt every stray in the world if I could. (My apartment would probably protest.)

Okay, let's talk finances. Adulting is hard. How do I even *begin*?

Finances... the bane of my existence! Okay, first step. Breathe. Seriously. Then, figure out where your money is going. (Spoiler alert: It's mostly going to avocado toast and online shopping, right?). I tried budgeting once. Once! lasted exactly 1 week. I think I just cried. Then gave in. But I did try! Okay, I didn't *really* try. But start with a budget. Then ignore it. Then... yeah, it's a cycle of guilt and despair. But even knowing the basics can help. Like, don't spend more than you make. (Duh, right?) And, credit cards are evil, until they aren't. Pay them off. Try to. Then give up. (Kidding! Mostly). But definitely have some savings. Even if it's just a little. Because, trust me, the unexpected expenses WILL happen. Like the time my car decided to spontaneously combust… okay, not *quite* combust, but the repair bill felt like it! I had to beg my mom for help. Embarrassing, but hey, at least I had a mom. Point is, start somewhere. Even small steps are better than none. And try not to cry in the bank. It's not a good look.

What about mental health? It gets kinda tough sometimes.

Oh, you're asking about the big, scary elephant in the room? Yeah. Mental health. It's real. And it's *important*. And it's not something you can just "snap out of." I've been there. We all have. One time, I had a full-blown, panic attack in a grocery store. I literally couldn't breathe. I just wanted to run away. I was terrified. People stared. It was mortifying. I eventually sat down in the bread aisle (which, honestly, wasn't a bad choice) and just tried to… be. I try to remember it was a day of the week. And itWhere To Sleep In

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia

Artique River & Partial Ocean View Apartment Gold Coast Australia