Unbelievable Jogja Stays: Sare Homestay's Secret Revealed!
Unbelievable Jogja Stays: Sare Homestay's Secret Revealed! (A Very Honest Review)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This ain’t your sanitized travel blog. This is the real deal, a messy, opinionated, and hopefully helpful dive into the world of Sare Homestay in Yogyakarta. Because let’s be honest, after a day trip, you want to relax and feel safe. And I’m gonna tell you if that's what happened at Sare.
First Impressions (and the Accessibility Angle – Let’s Get This Out of the Way!)
Finding the place? Easy peasy. Accessibility? Okay, let's get real. Wheelchair accessibility is limited. There's no mention on the site of it. It's a bummer, because it would be awesome if Sare accommodated all guests (and it's a good practice for every hotel to accommodate all guests). But, I'm not a wheelchair user. So moving on.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because Let's Prioritize Not Getting Sick!)
Now, in this post-COVID world (or whatever stage we're in), safety is HUGE. Sare Homestay definitely gets points for trying. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and room sanitization opt-out? YES! They've got the bases covered. I mean, they say they do. Let me tell you, I felt a little paranoid at first. Like, is this too clean? But hey, better safe than sorry, right? They also have hand sanitizer everywhere (thank god), and the staff are clearly trained in safety protocols. Rooms were sanitized between stays. The kitchen and tableware items were sanitized. I felt safe, maybe even overly safe at times.
Rooms: Cozy Nest or Overly Clinical?
Okay, let’s talk rooms. Mine? It was one of the non-smoking ones and, thankfully, clean. Really clean. Like, too clean for my liking (I'm a bit of a slob). But hey, the bathrobes were fluffy and luxurious. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Amazing! And the blackout curtains made sleeping in a breeze. Honestly, those curtains saved my sanity. The air conditioning worked a treat, and the mini-bar had enough water bottles to survive a desert. Basic, but clean! Plus, a hair dryer - a must for me.
Internet: Because We All Need to Scroll
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! I think I said that already. But it deserves repeating. The Wi-Fi was solid. I even managed to do a Zoom call (which, let's be honest, is a modern miracle). They also have Internet [LAN] if you are old school.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Food Glorious Food?
Here's where things get interesting. Sare has a restaurant! Breakfast is included, but it’s a breakfast buffet. I'm not a huge buffet fan, to be honest. Too much temptation! It was decent, nothing to write home about. They also have room service [24-hour], which is a godsend if you're like me and get the midnight munchies. There is a coffee shop, I'm a coffee snob, so I did not use it. There are restaurants outside the hotel… and that's where I went. They have alternative meal arrangement.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Niceties
They've got a bunch of stuff here, like concierge and laundry service. Daily housekeeping was a godsend. They also offer airport transfer which I used. They had a front desk [24-hour], which is always handy. There is a souvenir shop inside. They offer safe deposit boxes. There's the essential stuff like elevator inside. They have luggage storage. Plus, cash withdrawal and currency exchange – super convenient.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: The Spa… and the Lack Thereof?
Okay, this is where I was a little disappointed. I was hoping for a little pampering, you know? The website teases a spa. I was ready for some serious zen. Turns out, the spa/sauna, spa, sauna, steamroom, body scrub and body wrap were unavailable. There is a swimming pool [outdoor]. I did not use it, but it looked nice to me. There are no gym/fitness facilities, however. I was a bit sad there was no spa.
Getting Around: Easy Peasy
Car park [on-site] and car park [free of charge]. Taxi service if you need it.
For the Kids: Family-Friendly or Not?
Family/child-friendly. There were kids there during my stay, but I didn’t really see any specialized kids facilities or babysitting service.
The Verdict: Sare Homestay - Would I Return?
Look, Sare Homestay isn’t perfect. The lack of a real spa was a letdown. It's basic with some hidden gems. I’d say, if you're looking for a clean, safe, and centrally located base to explore Yogyakarta, and don’t mind a slightly clinical vibe, it's a solid choice.
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Unbelievable Jogja Stays: Sare Homestay's Secret Revealed! (The Honest Truth)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's perfectly polished travel itinerary. This is my attempt to survive Sare Homestay in Yogyakarta, Indonesia, and maybe, just maybe, figure out what all the fuss is about. And trust me, with my luck, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
Sare Homestay: Yogyakarta – The Unfiltered Debrief (and My Sanity's Last Stand)
Pre-Trip Anxiety Blast:
- The Booking Debacle (AKA "Why Did I Click 'Confirm'?!"): Okay, so picture this: me, late at night, fueled by instant noodles and a desperate need to escape my soul-crushing spreadsheet job. Scrolling through Booking.com. Sare Homestay, with its "charming" bamboo décor and suspiciously cheap price, winked at me. "Authentic experience!" the listing chirped. "Close to everything!" Famous last words. Now, staring at the plane ticket, a cold sweat breaks out. "Authentic" often translates to "bugs" and "questionable plumbing" in my experience.
Day 1: Arrival - Juggling Bags and Existential Dread
- 9:00 AM (Jakarta Airport): Touching down on Indonesian soil! Humidity hits you like a warm, wet towel. Already regretting the jeans. But maybe, just maybe, this trip will be a good experience after all.
- 11:00 AM (Taxi Terror and the Smell of Gasoline): Found a "reliable" metered taxi. Famous last words, again. The driver took me on a scenic route that included every traffic jam and goat in Yogyakarta. The aroma of gasoline permeating the car made me slightly nauseous, which might have been from the smell, or it might have been the anticipation of impending doom at the homestay.
- 1:00 PM (Sare Homestay - The Bamboo Cage): Okay, here we are. Sare Homestay. It is bamboo. And "charming" might be a stretch. It's more…rustic. My room, a tiny box overlooking what appears to be a chicken coop, is…well, it's a room. The air conditioning is a whirring, wheezing contraption that sounds like it's on its last legs. The bedsheets look like they've seen better decades. I can already feel the mosquito bites plotting against me.
- 2:00 PM (Welcome Drink of Questionable Origins): The owner, a sweet woman named Ibu (apparently, every Indonesian woman is called Ibu, like a universal title of respect), greets me with a "welcome drink." It's a sickly sweet, neon-green liquid. I take a tentative sip. Tastes like…well, it's definitely a flavor. Not bad, not good. I decide to give it the benefit of the doubt. This whole trip is trial-and-error, after all.
- 3:00 PM (Finding My Bearing): I go for a walk and my map is useless. I attempt to orient myself.
- 4:00 PM (Local Lunch): I venture out for lunch at a warung (small local eatery) near the homestay. Ordered some nasi goreng (fried rice). It was spicy. Very spicy. My tongue is currently on fire. But also, delicious. Definitely better than the welcome drink.
- 6:00 PM (Sunset Over the Rice Fields--Maybe?): The homestay brochure promised "breathtaking sunsets over the rice fields." Unfortunately, it's cloudy. I see a vague orange glow, but mostly, I see a lot of bamboo.
- 7:00 PM (Dinner and Mosquito Warfare): Ibu makes dinner. More delicious Indonesian food! But the mosquitos are relentless. I'm swatting, itching, and cursing my lack of foresight in not bringing more bug spray.
Day 2: Borobudur Temple - A Moment of Zen (ish)
- 5:00 AM (Sunrise Alarm of Doom): Woke up at 5 AM to the sounds of roosters making their pronouncements and the early morning call to prayer. My body isn't used to this.
- 6:00 AM (Borobudur: Early Morning, Worth the Trip): We somehow manage to get to Borobudur Temple before the crowds. And it's…stunning. Seriously. The scale. The detail. I almost forget about the mosquitos for a moment. Climbing to the top, watching the sunrise paint the temple gold, is genuinely breathtaking. Okay, maybe this is more than just a "trip." Maybe it's a "moment." (But don't worry, I'll be back to my usual cynicism soon enough.)
- 9:00 AM (Breakfast and Tourist Overload): Came back and ate the breakfast. I took a selfie. But the crowds are starting to arrive. The peace is gone. The selfie stick brigade has descended. My moment of zen is officially over.
- 10:00 AM (The Prambanan Temple): After Borobudur, it's on to Prambanan, a Hindu temple, but let's be real, I'm already temple-d out. Beautiful architecture, don't get me wrong, but the heat is oppressive and the crowds are even worse. I take some pictures and leave.
- 1:00 PM (Lunch): Found a decent place for lunch. Ate gado-gado (vegetables with peanut sauce). Slightly better than the "welcome drink", so it was worth it.
- 2:00 PM (Afternoon Nap): Back at the homestay. The afternoon humidity is a killer. A much-needed nap. And the air-con? Still wheezing.
- 4:00 PM (A Walk through Yogyakarta): I decided to get lost in the city. I stumbled upon a batik shop, and almost bought something. Almost.
- 7:00 PM (Evening Market Food): So I wandered around a night market. The smells were overwhelming. The food was…questionable. Ate a deep-fried thing. It was probably the best thing I've ever tasted, but I have a feeling I'll find out later.
- 9:00 PM (Regret): I feel like I already have the start of a terrible stomach ache. I should probably take some medicine.
Day 3: The Art of the Deal and a Dash of Culture
- 9:00 AM (The Sultan's Palace - Kraton): Visited the Kraton (Sultan's Palace). Intriguing architecture, but honestly, I'm not sure I fully understood what's going on here. There were a lot of gold ornaments and women in colorful dresses.
- 10:00 AM (Batik Hustle): The batik shops! I'm not even going to attempt to bargain. The prices seems reasonable. Then one vendor attempts to sell me "The Best Batik". I am exhausted. I buy something, mostly out of a tired desire to get out.
- 12:00 PM (Lunch Rush Hour): Back at the homestay. I try to order lunch. Ibu is off somewhere. Everything is closed. This is going to be a long afternoon.
- 3:00 PM (Spa Day): I go to a spa and somehow I manage to get a massage. What I thought felt good became torturous. The massage was the worst I've ever had.
- 5:00 PM (Jalan Malioboro): I walked down Jalan Malioboro, the main shopping street. It's crowded, chaotic, and a sensory overload. I buy a shirt. And a magnet. And a small wooden…thing. Don't ask.
- 7:00 PM (Farewell Dinner Struggle): I have dinner. I realize my flight leaves tomorrow.
- 8:00 PM (Final Thoughts): I spend some time to reflect on this hectic trip. This is my last night.
Day 4: Departure - The Verdict (and a Prayer for My Stomach)
- 7:00 AM (Breakfast of Champions): The breakfast is a mix of something familiar and something not familiar.
- 9:00 AM (Taxi of Doom, Part Deux): I attempt to flag down a taxi. The same driver is sitting around. Not a problem I guess? Right.
- 10:00 AM (Farewell To Sare): Saying goodbye (Ibu gives me a hug. Is the “authentic experience” starting to grow on me? Maybe. Don't tell anyone.)
- 11:00 AM (Airport and Reflections): At the airport. Reflecting. Okay, Sare Homestay wasn't perfect. The mosquitos were a plague. The plumbing was suspect. But… there were moments. Beautiful moments. Moments of genuine connection with people. And hey, I survived!
- **12
Unbelievable Jogja Stays: Sare Homestay's Secret Revealed! (Or at Least, My Version of It)
What's the *actual* deal with Sare Homestay? Is it really as awesome as the Instagram ads make it seem?
Alright, listen up, because I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Yes. And no. The Instagram ads? Yeah, the sunrise over the rice paddies at Sare? Breathtaking, genuinely. The kind of "put down your phone and just *breathe*" beauty that makes you feel like you've finally achieved Enlightenment. But then... there's the reality of *getting* there. Picture this: you're sweltering, you've wrestled your luggage on a becak (that’s a rickshaw, for the uninitiated), and you're pretty sure your face is permanently stuck in a "melted ice cream cone" expression. The path leading to the homestay? Let's just say it's an adventure in itself, not paved, not exactly well-lit, and you find yourself wondering if your taxi driver secretly hates you. Worth it? Absolutely. After you've showered that Jogja dust off. But, yeah, Instagram lied about the *easy* part.
Okay, okay, so Instagram's a lie. What's the *real* vibe of Sare Homestay? Like, are we talking "rustic chic" or "rustic dump"?
Oh, the vibe. Picture this: it's a warm, humid afternoon, and everyone's sort of sprawled out, half-napping, on the porch. There's a gentle clucking of chickens (seriously, those chickens are EVERYWHERE, you'll get used to it), and this constant, low hum of the village. It swings dramatically between 'rustic chic' and 'charmingly unfinished'. My shower? Let's just say the water pressure was... optimistic. And the 'hot water'? Well, it was lukewarm, at best. But honestly? I didn't give a damn. The family that runs Sare? They're unbelievably warm and welcoming. They genuinely seem to care, and that, my friends, trumps any lack of perfect plumbing any day of the week. I'm not saying perfection is the goal, realness is, and this place? It's real to its core.
Food! Tell me about the food! Is it as good as everyone raves about? And is it *actually* authentic?
Okay, the food. The food... *sighs dreamily*. Yes. Yes, it is. And YES, it is *authentically* delicious. They use ingredients from their garden whenever possible. I kid you not, one morning I ate a breakfast banana blossom salad that tasted like heaven and earth combined. Seriously. I practically licked the plate. But the best part? The Ibu (the matriarch, she's the kitchen queen) cooks everything with such love, you can taste it. Now, disclaimer: if you're a picky eater, you might struggle. They serve a lot of traditional Javanese dishes. The nasi goreng? Incredibly good. The tempeh? Maybe a little too much for a vegetarian like myself to bear when surrounded by the smell of the freshly cooked chicken. But the flavors are incredible, even if you’re not a fan.
I'm a super-introverted person. Will I be forced to socialize all the time? And if I do, will I be able to understand them?
Look, I'm an introvert myself, and I was worried about being thrust into forced interactions. It's natural to have those anxieties. The good news? They're super respectful of your space. You can hang out in your room, observe from a distance, or retreat to the hammock with a book. If you *do* want to socialize, they're happy to chat, but they're not pushy. And about the language barrier? Be honest, it's the first thing that’s on everyone’s mind! Some English is spoken, but not fluently. And even if you *can't* perfectly understand, the smiles and the gestures, those always translate. I spent a whole afternoon with the Ibu and her daughter, trying (and mostly failing) to help them make jamu (traditional herbal drink). We laughed a lot, even though I only understood half of what they were saying. It's a learning experience, and a beautiful one, you’ll be fine. They are good souls.
What's the worst thing about Sare Homestay? Be honest!
Alright, the worst thing...hmm...Okay, I'll get this off my chest. The internet. It's basically nonexistent. So, if you're planning on catching up on work emails, good luck. Or, you know, just embrace it. This is real, unplugged time. Get used to it. Just, be warned. And, getting back to the showers...look, the water temperature was just a joke.
Okay, let's talk about the one thing that REALLY stands out: the sunrise over the rice paddies. Does it live up to the hype?
Oh. My. God. The sunrise. The moment you've been waiting for. Here's the thing… I'm not usually a morning person. I *hate* mornings. But this… this made me a convert. Getting up before dawn, stumbling out of my room, half-asleep, and then… BAM. Color. Seriously, an explosion of orange, pink, and gold painting the sky. The rice paddies, still shimmering with dew, reflecting the light. The air, crisp and cool. The sound of the roosters (again, those darn roosters!). It was one of those moments where you feel like you're in a postcard. It’s the kind of view that makes you forget ALL the minor inconveniences. It's just... magic. Pure, unadulterated magic. I even saw the Ibu and her daughter sitting there, having their breakfast, watching the sunrise. It was so simple, so perfect. I felt like I was witnessing something, that I had to share. I'm tearing up just thinking about it... You HAVE to experience it. Absolutely have to. It's non-negotiable.
Would you recommend Sare Homestay?
Absolutely. 100%. If you're looking for a polished, perfect, sterile travel experience, then maybe, just maybe, this isn't for you. But if you crave something real, something authentic, something that will stay with you long after you leave, then book it. Just be prepared to embrace the imperfections, the charm, and the sheer, unadulterated beauty of it all. Be prepared to feel something. Be prepared to remember it forever.
What should I pack?
Mosquito repellent, definitely. Comfy clothes for hot/humid weather. A good book (because, hello, no internet!). A universal adapter (duh!). A reusable water bottle (stay hydrated!). And most importantly? An open mind and a willingness toStay Finder Blogs
