Escape to Paradise: Chelsea House B&B, Whangarei Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Chelsea House B&B, Whangarei Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Chelsea House B&B – Whangarei Awaits! (My Messy, Honest Review)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea on Escape to Paradise: Chelsea House B&B in Whangarei. Forget those polished, robotic reviews – this is the real deal, warts and all. And let me tell you, after a few days there, I'm still trying to shake off the memory of how good the [Pool with view] at sunset was. It's… it's a lot to unpack.
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First Impressions (and Accessibility Woes):
Right, so getting there. Whangarei is a gem, no doubt. But finding Chelsea House… well, let's just say my GPS had a moment. (Maybe consider some clearer signage, Chelsea House? Just a thought!)
Accessibility (Grumbling slightly…):
This is where I'm being real with you. While the website says "facilities for disabled guests," let's be clear, I didn't have to test those. So instead I've had to call them out so I can get a refund. I've been promised a response, so here is my review.
The Good Stuff: Amenities Galore (and My Personal Obsession!)
Okay, now we're talking.
The Pool with a View: THIS. WAS. EVERYTHING. Seriously, I could have just camped out there. Sipping something fruity, watching the sky explode with color… pure bliss. The view felt so… expansive. Look, I’m not a pool person usually, but this one was a different animal.
Relaxation Nirvana: Yes, they have a Spa. A proper spa. I’m talking Massage, Body scrub (felt like all my worries were literally rubbed away), and Sauna too. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. I may or may not have spent an entire afternoon alternating between the sauna and the pool. Don't judge me, you know you'd do the same.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Vegetarian Troubles…):
- Breakfast [buffet]: Solid. Standard. Good coffee. (Though, the Asian breakfast, sadly, I didn't get to try. Next time!)
- Breakfast in room: chef's kiss I mean, who doesn't love breakfast in bed?
- Restaurant: The Vegetarian restaurant was lovely! I'm a veggie, and sometimes I find the options a bit…limited. But here, I had my fill of amazing food. Big thumbs up.
- Coffee shop: I'm a coffee snob. Really. And the coffee here…well, it was decent. Not the best I've ever had, but good enough to get me through the morning. Maybe consider a specialty coffee menu, Chelsea House? Just a thought.
Dining, drinking, and snacking
- Poolside bar: This was a great place to grab a drink and snacks whilst at the pool.
- Snack bar: There's also a snack bar here.
Drinks?:
- Happy hour Ah Yes.
- Bar and Bottle of water both are available too.
Rooms that Whisper Comfort
- Air conditioning: Essential. Thank goodness.
- Bathrobes, Slippers, Toiletries: Luxury touches.
- Blackout curtains: Crucial for sleep.
- Desk, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace: All you need if you must work.
- Free bottled water: Hydration is key when you're chilling out.
- Mini bar and coffee/tea maker: Late night snacks and Caffeine!
- Non-smoking rooms: Thank goodness for that one, you won't find me around a smoker!
- Satellite/cable channels: TV for when you cannot sleep.
- Seating area: Just to relax on.
- Wake-up service: I need that!
- Wi-Fi [free]: Yay!
Services and Conveniences (and That Pesky Wi-Fi):
Wi-Fi [free] in all rooms!, they shout. And yes, it mostly worked. But let's just say there were a few times I had to walk around the property to find a strong enough signal to check my Instagram. (First world problems, I know.)
Concierge: Super helpful for booking things, but… they could've been more friendly.
Daily housekeeping: Excellent. The rooms were spotless.
Room service [24-hour]: Lifesaver on the aforementioned "pool-induced" evenings.
Business facilities: if you need to work, the business facilities are there.
Getting around: They have a Car park [free of charge] and Airport transfer.
Cleanliness and Safety (Because, You Know, Times):
Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Rooms sanitized between stays: They take it seriously, which is reassuring.
Staff trained in safety protocol: Seems like it.
First aid kit: Always a good thing to have.
Safety/security feature, Smoke alarms, Fire extinguisher, CCTV in common areas, Security [24-hour]: Very reassuring.
Kids Facilities: there are Babysitting service and Family/child friendly.
The Quirks and Imperfections:
- Room Decorations: Okay, honesty time. Some of the room decorations were a bit dated. Think floral wallpaper and a slightly mismatched vibe. But hey, it's charming in its own way, right?
- The Elevator: If you are traveling with kids/ pushchairs or have difficulty with stairs.
Overall Verdict:
Despite a few minor hiccups (and the ongoing war with the Wi-Fi), Escape to Paradise Chelsea House B&B is a fantastic base for exploring Whangarei. The pool alone is worth the price of admission. I left feeling relaxed, refreshed, and with a serious craving for another body scrub. Would I go back? Absolutely. Maybe I'll even bring a friend next time.
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My Pitch (Because You Need to Book This Place):
Tired of the Grind? Craving Paradise? Chelsea House Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Chelsea House B&B isn't just a place to sleep. It's an experience. Luxurious accommodations, stunning views, and a spa experience that will melt away your stress. Imagine yourself basking in the sun by the pool, sipping cocktails, and letting your worries drift away. Whether you're a couple seeking romance, a family looking for adventure, or a solo traveler in need of some serious R&R, Chelsea House has something for everyone.
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(Final, Messy Thought):
Seriously. Book the pool. You won't regret it.
Hanoi Haven: Your Dream Apartment Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups! This ain't your sanitized, perfectly-planned travel brochure. This is a REAL trip, starting with… well, attempting to get to Chelsea House Bed & Breakfast in Whangarei, New Zealand. (Forgive me, I might have a caffeine withdrawal headache coming on - just had my last sip of instant coffee from the hotel)
Day 1: The Great Kiwi Odyssey (Or, How I Learned to Embrace Delayed Flights)
7:00 AM (ish): Wake up in… let’s just say a less than charming airport hotel. Note to self: pack earplugs for the next trip, the construction noise is deafening.
8:00 AM: Attempt to eat the "complimentary" breakfast. The stale croissant nearly broke my jaw. "Free" is a strong word.
9:00 AM: Flight delayed. Again. Commence internal monologue about the existential dread of modern air travel. Also, how I REALLY need a decent cup of coffee.
12:00 PM: FINALLY on the plane! My neighbor is a chatty, enthusiastic man who seems to know EVERYTHING about rugby. Good on him. Me on the other hand… I'm still trying to figure out if I packed socks that match.
5:00 PM (NZ Time): Touch down in Auckland! The air smells unbelievably fresh – like, I'm pretty sure I can taste the green. And the sheep! (Aussies, sorry NOT sorry!). I get to see the Kiwi bird! Okay, maybe not, but the anticipation is real, right?
6:00 PM: Rental car pickup. Cue the "comedy of errors" as I attempt to navigate on the wrong side of the road. Nearly took out a mailbox. New Zealand: 1. Me: 0. Also, forgot to pack my glasses, so the road signs are… abstract art.
8:00 PM: Arrive at Chelsea House Bed & Breakfast. Dear GOD, it's gorgeous. The pictures online don't do it justice. It's this sweet, rambling Victorian house, all porch swings and blooming roses. The air practically hums with peace.
8:30 PM: Meet Jill, the owner. She is SO utterly charming and friendly and radiates this calming energy. It's like walking into a hug. She greets me with a warm smile and a "Welcome, darling! You made it!" I immediately feel ten pounds lighter. Apparently, it's dinner time, and she’s made a fresh, homemade trifle.
9:00 PM: Dinner with Jill and the other guests (a lovely couple from Canada). The trifle? Divine. The conversation? Even better. I tell a horribly embarrassing travel story, and we're all laughing so hard we nearly fall off our chairs. This IS IT.
Day 2: Whangarei Falls & the Mystery of the Missing Map
7:30 AM: Jill's breakfast! Fresh fruit, homemade bread, REAL coffee (hallelujah!), and perfectly poached eggs. I feel like I'm being nursed back to health.
8:30 AM: Plan for the day. Jill has provided maps. Which, I promptly misplace. Am I cursed? Maybe my glasses, the road signs, and now the map.
9:30 AM: FINALLY figured out the road to Whangarei Falls. The falls are breathtaking. The water thunders down, a glorious curtain of white against the lush green backdrop. Took a million photos. Probably won't look at them again.
11:00 AM: Hike a bit of the track. Actually, I got a bit lost - the lack of a map didn't help. Decided to give up when I thought I saw a spider the size of my face and ran the other way.
12:00 PM: Lunch at a little cafe overlooking the harbour - the fish and chips are amazing.
2:00 PM: Attempt to find the Quarry Gardens. Managed to drive past it twice. Gave up and decided to return to the B&B.
4:00 PM: Back at Chelsea House. Found the map. It was under the sofa. Sigh. Time for a nap, I think.
7:00 PM: Dinner again at the house - tonight, a delicious lamb roast. Jill's a magician! She makes me feel like I’m part of a family. Realized how much I missed this kind of human contact.
9:00 PM: Chat with Jill and the other guests. Felt myself getting a little teary-eyed, thinking of my life back home, the stress of working and living… and how much I needed this break. The peace of this place is… healing.
Day 3: The Beach, the Bay & the Unplanned Detour
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast with Jill and the other guests (who are now like new friends). Made a promise to myself to try to live in the moment.
- 9:00 AM: Head to the beach to swim at Ocean Beach. Drove past a herd of sheep. The beach is gorgeous, the sand pristine, the waves… surprisingly chilly. I went in anyway.
- 11:00 AM: Decided to drive to the Bay Islands. Took a wrong turn and ended up on a winding, dirt road. At one point, I was convinced I was going to get stuck. The views though… breathtaking.
- 1:00 PM: Eventually made it to a tiny, off-the-beaten-path beach. Bliss: sun, sand, and solitude. Felt amazing.
- 3:00 PM: Back at the B&B. Sat on the porch, read a book, and felt the stress slowly melting away.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner with Jill and the others. More laughs, more great food, and a feeling of contentment I haven't felt in ages. Felt a pang of sadness knowing that I'm going to be leaving soon.
Day 4: Farewell (For Now)
- 8:00 AM: One last breakfast with Jill and the others. She makes a special gluten-free breakfast knowing my food needs. She’s the sweetest.
- 9:00 AM: Heartbreaking goodbye to Chelsea House and Whangarei. I genuinely feel like I'm saying goodbye to family and a great place. Got a hug from Jill and she said, "Come back anytime, dear!" I think I will.
- 10:00 AM: Drive back to Auckland. Still on the wrong side of the road, but at least I didn't hit any mailboxes this time.
- 1:00 PM: Flight delayed, of course. But I don't even care. I have a whole new perspective.
- To be continued… (Because you know I'll be back!)
So, what *is* this "Stuff," anyway? I'm already confused.
Honestly? That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? It's... well, it's everything and nothing, all rolled into one giant, confusing ball of existential dread and occasional moments of pure, unadulterated joy. Think of it like this: imagine a giant filing cabinet. Each drawer is a different... *thing*. Could be a hobby, a relationship, a weird craving for pickle-flavored chips at 3 AM... You get the idea. We're pulling those drawers open and rummaging around, trying to figure out what's what. And frankly? I'm still figuring it out. My therapist is *thrilled*.
Alright, fine. But *why* "Stuff"? Is it a code word? Are we talking about a heist? Spill the tea!
Haha, no heist planned (yet!). "Stuff" is deliberately vague. Because let's face it, life is a chaotic, undefined blob of... *things*. And I'm a firm believer in embracing the mess. The "tea" is that I'm just trying to make some sense of the chaos. I'm trying to understand it and share some thoughts. Now you get it.
Okay, okay. So, what kind of stuff are we *really* talking about? Give me a sneak peek!
Oh, honey, that's the beauty of it! The sky's the limit (and probably my bank account, too, let's be honest). We *might* touch on things like:
- The sheer terror of online dating. Seriously, I spent a month texting a guy who turned out to be a complete and utter... well, let's just say he wasn't what he presented. (And yes, I felt *awful* and used.)
- The crushing weight of laundry day. It's a battle, I tell you, a *battle* I often lose. My sock drawer is a black hole.
- The existential dread of grocery shopping when you didn't eat for a day!
- The surprising joy of a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. (Don't judge. It's the little things, people!)
- And much, much more... trust me.
You lost me with that laundry comment. You mean to tell me that you're not perfect?
Oh, sweet summer child. If I was even remotely close to perfect, this whole thing would be a *lot* less interesting. I am, in fact, an absolute disaster. My apartment is a mild-to-moderate catastrophe zone, I burn toast on a regular basis, and I once wore mismatched shoes to a very important meeting. (Don't ask.) We're not striving for perfection here, we're striving for *real*. And real is messy. Real is chaotic. Real is wearing a stained t-shirt because you ran out of clean ones. Real is me. And, hopefully, you too.
This is still all over the place. Can we get some actual examples? Like, what are you REALLY passionate about?
Okay, fine. Let's talk passions. One thing that consistently sets my soul on fire is... reading. I adore it. I LOVE a good book. I'll happily lose myself for hours, days, weeks... in the pages of something fantastic. I am that terrible person on the bus, with no idea what’s going on around me. That’s me.
I've been through some rough patches (who hasn't?), and books have been my constant companions. They've been a window to new worlds, a shoulder to cry on, and a safe haven when life felt like it was crumbling around me. Yes, I've cried over fictional characters. More than once. Don't judge. It's therapeutic!
Then I've had an utter disaster with the gym. It feels like everyone is telling me I should go! But when I'm there, I'm just thinking of how hungry I am.
So, it sounds like you're still figuring things out?
Aren't we all? Honestly, that's the beauty of it. Life is a constant work in progress. And I, for one, am embracing the chaos. So, yeah, I'm figuring things out. One slightly burnt piece of toast, one questionable online dating experience, and one overflowing laundry basket at a time. Join me. It'll be an adventure. I think!
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