Jack's Marina Court Paradise: Kota Kinabalu Condo Getaway!
The Grand Majestic Hotel: A Review That's Seen Some Stuff (and Maybe Drank Too Much Coffee)
Alright, folks. Buckle up. This isn't your sanitized, cookie-cutter review. This is the raw, unfiltered truth about the Grand Majestic Hotel. I just got back, and my brain is still trying to sort through the sheer magnitude of… well, everything.
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First things first, the sheer scale of this place is intimidating. It's less a hotel and more a small city. Getting from your room to, say, the spa, can involve a stroll. A serious stroll. I'm talking cardio, folks. Good thing they have…
(Accessibility)
…elevators! Whew. Because, and I mean this is a MAJOR plus, the Grand Majestic really makes an effort regarding accessibility. They boast "Facilities for disabled guests" and, from what I could see, they weren’t just ticking a box. Wide hallways, ramps, and accessible rooms made a huge difference – which is fantastic, because I saw people in wheelchairs everywhere, genuinely enjoying themselves. Kudos to that.
(On-site accessible restaurants / lounges)
Several of the restaurants, and the main lounge, were totally wheelchair accessible. Getting around with mobility issues seemed straightforward.
(Wheelchair accessible)
I didn't personally use a wheelchair, but my observation told me that this aspect was well handled. The layout is thoughtfully designed.
(Internet/Connectivity - Because we all need that sweet, sweet Wi-Fi)
Okay, let's talk internet. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! They shout it from the rooftops, and thankfully, it’s mostly true. Mostly. It was a bit… temperamental. One minute streaming Netflix at lightning speed, the next, staring at a buffering wheel of doom. But hey, free Wi-Fi in all rooms! And, if you're the old-school type, they have Internet [LAN] in the rooms too. Internet services are available but I didn’t try those out. Wi-Fi in public areas was much more stable, honestly. I spent a good chunk of time in the lobby just catching up on emails and judging other people's outfits. (Don't judge me.)
(Things to Do & Ways to Relax - Let's Get Pampered)
Oh, the ways to relax… where do I even begin? Let's start with the Spa. I’m not usually a spa person, but, you know, research. For the sake of this review. It was… well, it was pretty darn good. They have Sauna, Steamroom, Pool with view, Massage, and a whole host of other treatments. They also offer Body scrub and Body wrap options. I chose the "Relaxation Package" which, ironically, involved me snoring loudly for a good portion of the afternoon. The Foot bath was divine, though. Seriously, the foot bath. Definitely worth the price of admission (which, admittedly, isn't cheap).
(Fitness center, Gym/fitness, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor])
If you are feeling energetic, they have both an indoor and an outdoor pool. They also offer a state of the art Fitness center and Gym/fitness facilities.
(Cleanliness and Safety - Because, You Know, The World)
Post-pandemic, cleanliness is king. And the Grand Majestic gets it. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere you turn. I even saw staff wiping down the Shared stationery removed (which, honestly, who even uses those anymore?). They even had Sterilizing equipment. Staff trained in safety protocol. Rooms sanitized between stays. Room sanitization opt-out available. It made me feel genuinely safe, which, in the current climate, is priceless. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was definitely encouraged, but, let's be honest, sometimes people get excited in the buffet line.
(Dining, drinking, and snacking - Let's Get Grubbing)
Oh, the food. This is where things get… interesting. The Breakfast [buffet] was a glorious beast. Asian breakfast, Western breakfast . A la carte in restaurant options were available, too. I may or may not have consumed an entire plate of bacon… then another. And then, after thinking I was done, yet another plate of bacon. Buffet in restaurant options were also available at lunch and dinner. Coffee/tea in restaurant were always available. Desserts in restaurant were also available.
My bacon-fueled adventure:
The Restaurants themselves varied in quality. I had a truly terrible burger at the Snack bar by the pool – rubbery, flavorless… a culinary crime. However, the Asian cuisine in restaurant was phenomenal. Western cuisine in restaurant was also available. I mean, International cuisine in restaurant with a Vegetarian restaurant option? Amazing! Soup in restaurant was tasty. Salad in restaurant was also available, for those who manage to exercise some self control. I hear Happy hour is good, but let's just say I was too busy with the buffet.
Speaking of which, Breakfast takeaway service and Alternative meal arrangement are options. Room service [24-hour] – always a bonus. And the Poolside bar? Essential. I’m pretty sure I spent a solid eight hours there, sipping cocktails and attempting (and failing) to look sophisticated. And, of course, Bottle of water are included, which is a must when you’re running from spa to pool to bacon-fueled buffet, and then back again.
(Services and Conveniences - The Little Things)
They provide Air conditioning in public area and also in their private rooms. Air conditioning is also available in the rooms. Food delivery can be arranged. Doorman and Elevator are also included. Cash withdrawal is available. Concierge? Super helpful. Invoice provided. Daily housekeeping kept the place spotless, even after my bacon-induced food coma. They have a Laundry service. Ironing service too, for those who aren't as… relaxed as me. Luggage storage is available as well.
(Services and Conveniences (The Bizarre and/or Unusual))
Okay, here's where it gets a little weird. They have a Shrine. A Proposal spot (presumably for desperate romantics). And a Xerox/fax in business center. In 2024! Like, what?!
(For the kids - Are We There Yet?)
Family/child friendly. There are Kids facilities and a Babysitting service. They also offer Kids meal options. I didn't have any kids with me, but I saw plenty of families seemed to be having a blast.
(Available in all rooms - The Essentials)
Air conditioning (thank goodness). Alarm clock (I never use it, but it’s there). Bathrobes (plush!). Bathroom phone (for emergency bacon delivery?). Bathtub (yes!). Blackout curtains (essential for afternoon naps). Coffee/tea maker (thank you, hotel gods!). Complimentary tea (delightful). Desk (where I’m writing this). Free bottled water (hydration is key, folks). Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless (mostly good!). Ironing facilities (if you're into that). Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. And a Window that opens! (Seriously, that's a big deal.)
(Getting around)
Airport transfer? Yes. Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site]. Valet parking. Taxi service is also available.
(Overall Impression - The Verdict)
Okay, so… The Grand Majestic is a lot. It's a sensory overload, it's opulent, it's sometimes a bit chaotic. There are things I loved (the spa, the food), things I tolerated (the internet), and things that made me scratch my head (the fax machine).
Would I go back? Absolutely. Despite its quirks, the Grand Majestic offers a luxurious experience. It truly tries to cater to everyone, and mostly succeeds. And hey, if you need me, I’ll be at the buffet. Just, you know, don’t try to take
Escape to Paradise: Koh Ngai's Hidden Gem - Thanya Resort Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your sanitized, Instagram-filtered travel itinerary. This is Jack's CondoApartment Adventure in Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. And trust me, it's gonna be a wild ride. Or maybe a slightly wobbly bus ride, depending on the traffic.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Ayam Penyet Dreams
14:00 - Touchdown & Taxi Terror: Landed. Finally. God, airports. The smell of duty-free perfume and pure, unadulterated stress. Found a taxi, which immediately tried to fleece me. Argued, haggled, felt vaguely triumphant, and then realized I had no idea how the Malaysian Ringgit actually worked. Off to Jack's Condo (fingers crossed it's as described, because the pictures looked suspicously perfect).
15:00 - Condo Check-In & Initial Panic: Jack's place? Okay, pretty much as advertised. Clean. Air-con blasting (thank GOD). Lovely view of the… well, a slightly hazy view of the sea. The real panic set in when I realized I'd forgotten my damn toothbrush. And the wifi password. And, you know, everything I'd need to not completely fail at being a civilized human. Rambling, I tell you. Total Rambling.
16:00 - Grocery Store Gauntlet & Lost in Translation: Found a 7-Eleven (lifesaver). Bought a toothbrush, some questionable snacks (Durian flavored anything is a gamble I'm not ready for), and tried to figure out the local currency. Communicating with the cashier was a spectacular display of hand gestures and broken English. I think I accidentally bought someone else's groceries. Oh well.
18:00 - Dinner Quest: Ayam Penyet or Bust: I'd read about Ayam Penyet (fried chicken, Indonesian style) relentlessly. It was a must. Navigated the chaotic streets, sweating profusely (the humidity is a beast), and managed to find a place. The chicken? Glorious. Crispy, flavorful, and the chili… oh, the chili! My mouth is still on fire, but it was worth it.
20:00 - Condo Contemplation & Jet Lag Jitters: Back at the condo. Sat on the balcony, staring at the lights twinkling across the water. Jet lag is starting to kick in. Thoughts are jumbled. Am I even awake? Is this real life? Probably not. Gonna crash. Tomorrow, the real adventures begin. (I hope).
Day 2: Island Hopping & Seasickness Shenanigans, & Sand in EVERYTHING
08:30 - Breakfast Fail & Unexpected Scavenging: Remember those dubious snacks? Yeah. They didn't survive breakfast. Ended up foraging for fruit at a local market, bartering with a lady selling mangoes (mangoes for life!). I got absolutely ripped off. Didn’t care. The mango was divine.
10:00 - Boat Ride & Island Euphoria: Off to Tunku Abdul Rahman Marine Park! The boat ride was… let's just say, lively. Lots of bouncing. The ocean spray. The smell of diesel. The sheer, unadulterated joy I felt seeing those islands in the distance.
11:00 - Island Number 1 (Gaya Island): Snorkeling and Serendipity: Snorkeling! I'm usually a bit anxious about things like that, but the water was surprisingly clear. Saw a HUGE sea turtle (freaked out a little, but in a good way). Found a tiny, perfect shell. Lost it five minutes later. Perfect.
13:00 - Lunch & the Battle of the Seagulls: Lunch on the beach. The seagulls are vicious. Absolutely ruthless. Fighting them off for my nasi lemak was a full-contact sport. I think I won. Mostly.
14:00 - Island Number 2 (Manukan Island): Seasickness Strikes! & The Sandpit of Despair: Oh, the regret. The boat ride back was… rough. The waves. The rocking. Let’s just say my lunch made a reappearance, mostly. Spent the rest of the day on Manukan, trying to escape my own body. It involved a very sad sit-down beneath a palm tree, and a lot of the sand.
17:00 - Sundown & Sunset Serenity (Briefly): Back at the condo, covered in sand and smelling of seawater. Watched the sunset. It was beautiful. Then I remembered I had to shower. Sand. Everywhere. A true horror.
19:00 - Dinner: Eating Light and Reflecting (a bit): Small dinner tonight. Still recovering from the sea-sickness. And the sand. And the seagulls. This trip is… a lot. But good. I think.
Day 3: Culture Shock/Enlightenment & Food Glorious Food (& a bit of a breakdown)
09:00 - Atkinson Clock Tower & Early-Morning Wondering: Tried to get out of bed but succeeded. Wandered toward the Atkinson Clock Tower. Simple, elegant, beautiful. A little bit of history, a lot of “I really should have researched this more”.
10:00 - Local Market Meltdown of a Sort: I went to the local market. The colors, the smells, the sounds… wow. Stalls overflowing with everything. A bit overwhelming. Bargained for a few souvenirs (did I get ripped off? Probably). The amount of stuff is impressive.
12:00 - Authentic Local Lunch – The Surprise!: Found a little side street eatery that looked promising. No English menus. Pointed at a dish. Turns out it was Ambuyat. A thick, glutinous, and strangely slimy dish. It was served with various sides and sauces, but I still don’t entirely understand it. Ate it with my hands. Was… an experience. Would I eat it again? Maybe. If I’m feeling adventurous.
14:00 - Signal Hill Observatory & the View: Took a taxi up to Signal Hill. The view was stunning! Finally, a panorama that lived up to the hype. Felt momentarily like I was a real traveler!
16:00 – The Afternoon Crisis: Okay, I’m not going to lie. The heat. The humidity. The crowds. The slimy Ambuyat. The fact that I haven’t spoken more than a few sentences of English in days. I felt… overwhelmed. Had a small, private breakdown in my condo. Watched some terrible reality TV. Ate chocolate. Felt a little better.
18:00 -Dinner, the Remedy: Went back to the place that served the incredible Ayam Penyet on the first day. Felt like a champion.
20:00 – Reading and Reflecting: Back at the condo. The air conditioning is my friend. Reading a good book. Trying to process everything. Malaysia is… intense. And beautiful. And messy. And a bit like a dream. And tomorrow, I’m gonna try hiking at the jungle. God help me.
Day 4: The Jungle, The Mud, and the Unexpected Epiphany
07:00 - Early Start & the Mosquito Massacre: Okay, this was my least favorite part. Woke up before sunrise, slathered myself with bug spray (apparently, it's not a shield, just a suggestion), and headed off to a nearby hiking trail.
08:00 - Jungle Trek & the Reality of Sweat: The humidity in the jungle is a living, breathing entity. Sweat poured off me. The trail was muddy, uneven. I’m sure there were snakes. I focused on my feet. Put one foot in front of the other.
10:00 - Waterfall & the Victory of Perseverance: Finally, a waterfall! Beautiful, cold, and shockingly refreshing. I drank water, sat on a rock, and let water wash over my head. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. I actually made it!
11:00 - Jungle Retreat & the Discovery of Peace: There was this odd sense of peace, standing among the trees. The only sound was the wind through the leaves and the insects. The silence. I had to drag myself away.
12:00- Lunch & the Discovery of a Real, Honest Restaurant: Found a small local cafe after my return. Ordered the curry. It was delicious. The people were cheerful. A small act of kindness.
14:00- Condo Relaxation and the Reflection on Reality: Back at the condo. Showered. Everything hurt and was
So, what even IS this "FAQ" thing? You talkin' about *stuff*?
Okay, fair question. Basically, you’ve got this whole… *thing* you want to know about, right? And I’m supposed to pretend I'm some font of know-it-all wisdom. Except… I'm really not. Think of it like this: you spill coffee on your best friend's favorite shirt. They're pissed, right? You gotta explain yourself. This is kinda like that, except the "shirt" is your curiosity and I'm probably gonna trip over my own feet while trying to be helpful. So, here we go… spill the beans and let's see what happens!
Right, great. Let's get this over with. What's the *actual* topic, though?
Ugh, fine. The "actual topic?" Let’s just say it’s… well, it's a complex tapestry woven from threads of… everything. But if you *must* know, think of it as a deep dive... or a half-hearted snorkel, depending on my mood... into the stuff that currently clogs my mental hard drive. Maybe it's about… the little moments that make a life. You know, the big stuff like, "Why is there so much *stuff*?" That's the ticket.
Okay, okay. Stuff. But... what kind of stuff? Like, practical stuff? Philosophical stuff? Do I need a thesaurus?
Look, you're asking for *structure*! Structure is the enemy of… well, everything interesting. Think of it as a stream of consciousness where the stream maybe has a slight tendency to wander off into a swamp of random thoughts. It could be, and probably *is*, all three. Practical stuff? Maybe. Philosophical stuff? Definitely. Do you need a thesaurus? Absolutely not. I'm winging it, remember? Just try to keep up. And pray I don't get stuck on the intricacies of, say, sock puppets.
So, you're saying you don't have a plan? That's comforting... How well-researched are these answers?
Plan? Honey, I'm living proof that chaos can be beautiful... or at least, amusing. Research? Let's just say my brain is a library with, like, a single, rather enthusiastic librarian who mostly remembers the things she overheard at a bus stop five years ago. So, yeah, take everything with a grain of salt. Or a whole damn shaker. I base my knowledge on life. That is, the messy, glorious, unpredictable train wreck of life. Expect anecdotes that probably bend the truth, and facts that are… well, let’s say "open to interpretation." Truth be told? I'm just making it up as I go.
Alright, you're scaring me a bit. But fine. Let's talk about something specific… like, your *favorite* thing.
Oh, favorite thing? Easy. The smell of rain on hot pavement. Seriously. That smell? *Heaven*. It just hits you and your like, "Yes. This is good. Reminds you of a thousand things; a past you can't quite remember, a future you're terrified of. Everything. It's the olfactory equivalent of a comforting hug and a shot of tequila! And right now, I need that hug and that shot... or maybe just the hug. Or a nap. Or maybe… a whole pizza. Look, it's complicated, okay?
What do you hate? Seriously, what's something that *really* gets under your skin?
Okay, this is easier. People who chew with their mouths open. Ugh, it's my kryptonite. I once had to sit through a five-hour family dinner with a guy who sounded like a pig in a trough. I almost lost it. Almost. I swear, it's a primal instinct. I'm just ready to grab a fork and.. well, never mind. I'm trying to chill, mostly to the point of numbness. It’s a sound that makes me want to crawl out of my skin. It really, really annoys me. And the worst part? I'm probably related to half those open-mouth chewers.
What's something you're surprisingly good at?
Um... hmm. Okay, this is a tricky one. I can make a mean cup of tea. And I'm shockingly good at parallel parking when I *really* have to be. I managed to squeeze into a spot last week that looked impossible. I swear, there was a cheer that erupted from all the nearby cars. Oh, and I'm pretty good at finding lost things. If you lose your keys in a jungle, I'll probably find them. But you can keep your keys.
Okay, changing gears. What's the worst piece of advice you've ever received?
Oh, this is good! When I was, like, eleven, my Aunt Mildred told me to "always be yourself." Sounds inspiring, right? Wrong. Because my "self" at eleven was a socially awkward, hyperactive weirdo who collected bottle caps and ate peanut butter sandwiches with pickles. Embracing my "self" back then got me… well, it got me a lot of very confused looks and a few well-deserved detentions. Thanks, Aunt Mildred! I'm still not sure if I'm supposed to be me or not.
What's something you're utterly terrible at?
Patience. I have the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird. Seriously, waiting in line at the grocery store? Torture. Traffic? Pure, unadulterated agony. I once tried to meditate. Lasted about five seconds before I started plotting my escape. So, yeah, patience is not my strong suit. At all. I'm not a long-term planner either.
Okay, I'm sensing a theme of 'imperfection' here. What's a recent mistake you made?
