Escape to Paradise: New Wave Hotel, Rawang's Jewel Near KL!
Escape to Paradise: New Wave Hotel, Rawang's Jewel Near KL!
Escape to Paradise: New Wave Hotel, Rawang – Seriously, Is This Place Real?! (A Messy, Honest Review!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from Escape to Paradise: New Wave Hotel in Rawang, and I'm still processing it. "Paradise" is a big claim, you know? Especially when you're talking about a place that’s technically "near" Kuala Lumpur, which geographically, can mean anything. But I'm here to spill the tea, the coffee, and maybe a little of my scrambled eggs, because this place is… well, it's something. And you need to decide if "something" is for you.
First Impressions (and the Drive There): Accessibility and Getting Down to Brass Tacks
Finding the place was a bit of an adventure. My GPS, sweet creature that it is, led me on a scenic tour of Rawang's back alleys before finally depositing me at the hotel's (thankfully, well-lit) entrance. Accessibility-wise, things felt pretty good once I got there. Car park [free of charge]? Check. Car park [on-site]? Yep. Elevator? Absolutely. Now, I'm not a mobility expert, but the hallways seemed wide, and I saw signs indicating facilities for disabled guests. Things like check-in/out [express] and 24-hour Front desk are always a plus, especially after a slightly stressful drive.
Rooms: My Sanctuary (and My Tiny Annoyances)
My room? Okay, confession time: I booked a non-smoking room (duh!) and ended up with a non-smoking room… hooray! It was generally well-equipped. Air conditioning? Blasting! Blackout curtains? Yes! Thank the travel gods because I need those. Free bottled water? Always appreciated. Wi-Fi [free]? Worked like a charm, which is a HUGE win. (More on Internet later). Things like bathrobes, slippers, and **complimentary tea & coffee make it feel a bit more fancy. The added *safe box* offers peace of mind.
But, like any real human, I have quibbles. The mirror situation wasn't ideal for makeup (poor lighting!) and the extra long bed that the advertising blurb mentioned, really didn't feel all that extra long . Minor complaints though. Hey, this isn't a five-star hotel (I don't think!), but it was comfy.
Internet – The Digital Lifeblood (And My Slightly Obsessive Relationship With It)
Okay, let’s be real. In today's world, Internet access is more than just a perk; it’s a necessity. Especially because, well, I'm addicted! The good news? Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! And it actually worked. I could post my Insta stories, check emails etc. without any major drama. I'm a sucker for Internet access – wireless, and this place delivered. The Internet access – LAN option was also available for more techie folks and there are more Internet services available like, of course, the internet.
Food, Glorious Food (and the Occasional Hiccup)
Alright, let’s talk eats. My stomach is rumbling just thinking about it. There are multiple restaurants and a coffee shop onsite - always a good sign. I’m a fan of buffet in restaurant so that was perfect for me! There were various options to choose from in a Asian breakfast and Western breakfast for all palates.
However, there were moments that reminded me this isn’t exactly a Michelin-starred establishment. One morning, my breakfast [buffet] experience was a bit, let's say, chaotic. Items weren't always labelled, and the scramble for the last croissant was a genuine (and lightly embarrassing) free-for-all. But hey, even that was part of the charm, right? (Maybe?).
I tried the a la carte in restaurant one evening. Delicious desserts in restaurant, and the service, while a bit slow, was friendly. There's also a snack bar, which is great for late-night cravings. The poolside bar, alas, I never got around to.
The Spa, The Pool, and Attempts at Chill (or, My Failed Zen Outing)
Okay, this is why I booked the place. Relaxation was my number one priority. Swimming pool [outdoor]? Check! Pool with view? Actually, yes! It was a lovely spot, and it felt great being in the water. They also had a spa, which I was very keen on.
I indulged in the spa/sauna, and for a few beautiful minutes I felt truly relaxed. The body scrub was lovely and I would seriously recommend it to anyone. Maybe I'll try the Body wrap next time. Now, the massage? Let’s just say it was…intense. It was a good massage, but maybe a little too vigorous for my delicate constitution. (I walked around feeling like a rubber band for a while after.)
They have a fitness center/gym, which I didn’t use – mainly because I was too busy eating things. There’s even a steamroom which would’ve been amazing if I hadn’t been so busy!
Cleanliness, Safety, and THAT Covid Thing (Because Let's Face It, It's Still a Thing)
Okay, on the serious note - This place takes cleanliness and safety seriously. I saw evidence of daily disinfection in common areas, and the staff wore masks. There was hand sanitizer all over the place, and the rooms had been rooms sanitized between stays. They also had safety/security features. I felt secure. In the dining areas, there were safe dining setup, and they had individually-wrapped food options. I appreciated the effort.
For the Kiddos (and the Kid in Me)
While I wasn’t travelling with kids, there were definitely family/child friendly elements. I saw a babysitting service advertised, and there were some kids facilities.
Getting Around (Or How I Didn't Get Lost…This Time)
Rawang isn't exactly a bustling metropolis, so you'll probably need to arrange transport. They offer airport transfer, which is handy. Additionally, the car park [free of charge] is convenient. And they have taxi service.
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Look, Escape to Paradise: New Wave Hotel isn’t flawless. It might lose points on the "luxury" scale, and you're not exactly going to find a Michelin-star chef here. But it's comfortable, generally clean, and the pool and spa are genuinely relaxing. Plus, for the price point, it's a steal.
My Honest Recommendation: If you're looking for a chill, affordable getaway near KL (with some pretty good food and a serious attempt at relaxation), then absolutely, Escape to Paradise is worth checking out. It’s not perfect, but that’s kind of what makes it real.
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is the diary of a soul trying to survive a weekend at the New Wave Hotel Rawang, Kuala Lumpur. And let me tell you, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
The Rawang Rhapsody: A Weekend of Questionable Choices (and hopefully some Nasi Lemak)
Day 1: Arrival, Awkwardness, and the Curse of the "Slightly Damp" Towel.
14:00 (ish) : Arrive at KLIA2. The flight was… well, it was a flight. That sums it up. My brain is currently filled with the stale air of aeroplane recycling. The airport is a sensory overload. Bright lights, aggressive duty-free perfume salespeople, and the overwhelming need for immediate caffeine. Oh, and the slight anxiety that I've forgotten something crucial. Like, my passport. Phew. Still here.
15:30: (after navigating a surprisingly efficient train system, and a slightly less efficient taxi) Arrive at the New Wave Hotel, Rawang. The lobby smells vaguely of bleach and… is that a hint of air-conditioning that's seen better days? Check-in is uneventful, blessedly. The room is… cleanish. Functional. The kind of room that doesn’t inspire poetry, but will probably keep the rain off. The bed looks comfy enough to be a good place to crash after a long day of exploring.
16:00: First impressions: My room is… well, it's a room. But it's got a nice view of the parking lot. Seriously though, the parking lot is actually pretty nice. I wonder what the cars are here for… Perhaps I should explore the cars later.
16:30: The Great Towel Crisis of Rawang begins. Grabbed the towel, which looked clean, but had a distinct… dampish quality. Not a deal-breaker, but it's the kind of thing that makes you start questioning EVERYTHING. Like, why did I think this hotel was a good idea? Okay, deep breaths. It's fine. Just a damp towel.
- Mental Note: Pack extra hand sanitizer for everything. Always and forever.
17:00: Attempt to explore Rawang. And fail spectacularly. Turns out, Rawang is… a place. A place that requires a lot more research than I apparently did. Wandering around, I see a bunch of shops that appear to sell everything I need to live my life: medicine, clothes, and food. It's great to see a place that cares about its residents. This is the real Malaysia.
- Rant-Session: I have this irrational fear of getting lost and ending up somewhere I shouldn’t be. Am I actually wandering in circles? Am I going to end up in a bog, surrounded by leeches? The paranoia is REAL.
18:00: Discover a local "warung" (small food stall). This is what I've been waiting for! The smells! The sizzling! The promise of cheap, delicious food! Order Nasi Lemak. It's everything I wanted. Fluffy rice, rich coconut flavor, spicy sambal… heaven. The vendor is super friendly and doesn't seem to mind my terrible Malay. This is what travel is all about. This is why I do this.
19:00: Back at the hotel. After all the excitement. Decide to use the hotel to sit some more. I've got some notes to take for my future works and I plan on spending some time researching. I always find it hard to relax in these cheap hotels. I just can't find the relaxation necessary when you're stuck in your own room with the curtains closed all day.
20:00: Hotel TV (in a language I don't understand) and the growing realization that my pre-trip research was, shall we say, minimal. The wifi is dodgy. Send out some emails back home.
21:00: The room is dark and quiet. Finally, some rest.
Day 2: Temples, Tourist Traps, and a Quest for the Perfect Teh Tarik.
08:00: Wake up feeling vaguely defeated. The damp towel trauma still lingers. But the Nasi Lemak from last night powers me on. Coffee. NEED. COFFEE.
09:00: Trip to the Batu Caves. Holy crap. The scale! The riot of color! The sheer number of people attempting to climb those stairs! It's overwhelming, but also… breathtaking. The monkeys are adorable (from a distance, and I kept all my possessions close). The temple itself is stunning.
- Anecdote: Almost got my backpack stolen by a particularly sneaky monkey. I chased it. I looked ridiculous. I got my backpack back. Victory! But the shame lingers.
11:00: Head back to Rawang. I want more food.
- Rant-Session: Honestly, the crowds at Batu Caves were a little… much. I appreciate the culture, but I’m also not a fan of the human traffic jams. I'm easily overwhelmed, so I'm not sure it was the best choice.
12:00: The quest for the perfect Teh Tarik (pulled tea) begins! Start at a local "kopitiam". It's great. Not perfect, but great.
13:00: More food and local shops. Rawang is growing on me, in a weird, slightly moldy kind of way. Find some cheap souvenir, a t-shirt that says "I Survived Rawang" in questionable font.
14:00: The final food of the day. I'm getting the sensation that Malaysia is a food-obsessed culture. Which is great.
16:00: Return to the hotel. The prospect of the plane is looming, and the plane is looming. I have two more hours to sit and read. I may go for some last-minute exploring.
18:00: Final thoughts and packing. Time to go.
- Emotional Reaction: This trip was… a lot. A mishmash of highs and lows. Frustration and awe. The damp towel situation still haunts my dreams. But… I'd do it again. Maybe.
- Final Reflection: I'm not sure I'll ever truly understand Rawang, but I did enjoy the food. And that's a win in my book.
19:00: Taxi to KLIA2. The journey back is uneventful (thank God!)..
20:00: The flight home. The beginning of the end of this trip.
And so ends my Rawang Rhapsody. Maybe I’ll be back someday (with a better travel itinerary, and definitely my own towel). But for now, it’s time to head home and start planning the next adventure.
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So, what *is* this even about? Like, generally speaking?
Ugh, okay, fine. Let me just... pull myself together. It's about *gestures wildly*… you know… *life*. Mostly the really irritating bits, but also, the bits that make you wanna hug a fluffy kitten. Think… late-night existential crises fueled by questionable snacks and the overwhelming urge to just *scream* into a pillow. Yeah, that's the general vibe. It's also probably about that time I tried to bake a cake and it ended up looking like a geological experiment gone wrong. More on that later. Don’t expect clear answers, though. This is more of a muddled stroll through the brambles of my brain.
Why am I reading this, exactly? Is there a point?!
Good question! Honestly? Beats me. Maybe you’re procrastinating. Maybe you're bored out of your skull. Maybe you're just really, really curious (and bless your heart if so). I’m not promising wisdom, enlightenment, or even a decent laugh. But hey, if you stumble upon any of those things, consider it a bonus. The point? Probably just to, as they say, *feel less alone*. We’re all a bunch of hot messes, you know? Might as well commiserate. And maybe, just *maybe*, offer a slightly warped perspective on… things.
Okay, so, let's get specific: What are some of the most annoying things, in your opinion?
Ugh. Where *do* I begin? Slow walkers. People who chew with their mouths open. The existential dread that creeps in at 3 AM. Oh! And don't even get me *started* on email chains that go on and on and on… And… (deep breath) … the sheer volume of unsolicited advice. Like, I get it, Karen, I should meditate more. I *know* I should eat more kale. But please, *please* just let me enjoy my goddamn pizza in peace! Seriously. The worst. One time, a stranger at a grocery store tried to tell me how to load my dishwasher. The sheer AUDACITY! I almost lost it, right there in the detergent aisle. It's just… exhausting. The sheer *thought* of having to deal with that sort of thing again gives me hives...
Conversely, what are some of the things that bring you joy?
Okay, okay, good question. That's easier. Sunshine. The smell of freshly brewed coffee (specifically, *my* coffee). My dog, who, bless his furry little heart, thinks I'm the greatest person in the universe even when I’m wearing yesterday’s sweatpants. A genuinely good book (preferably one that makes me cry). The feeling of finally finishing a particularly difficult project. And... okay, I admit it... a well-made cocktail on a Friday night. There's also a certain… *satisfaction*… in proving the people who told me “I can’t” wrong. Not gonna lie, that's a big one. Mischief is a joy. Especially mischievous thoughts. And when my plants don't die. That brings a smile.
You mentioned a cake. Spill the tea. What happened with the cake?
Oh, sweet mother of all baking mishaps. Okay, here's the deal. I had this *brilliant* idea to bake a cake for a friend's birthday. I’m talking an elaborately decorated, multi-layered masterpiece. I'd seen photos, watched videos. I was *sure* I could pull it off. Famous last words, people. Famous. Last. Words. I followed the recipe religiously. I meticulously measured everything. I preheated the oven. I even sang a little song to the batter to encourage it. The first layer? Perfect. Gorgeous. Fluffy perfection. Then… disaster struck. The second layer, despite being cooked in the *exact same oven*… collapsed. It became a dense, unrisen brick. The third? Well, let's just say it resembled a sad, misshapen crater. I tried to salvage it, of course. I slapped buttercream frosting on that monstrosity, praying for a miracle. The final result? A cake that looked like it had survived a small earthquake. And tasted… well, let’s just say my friend was very, very polite.
What's your biggest regret?
Ugh, that's a loaded question, isn't it? I have a few contenders. Leaving that amazing job because of a bad boss, I regret that. Not saying “no” more often. Spending way too much money on that… *thing*... that now sits gathering dust in the back of the closet. But honestly? The biggest one? Not speaking up when I should have. Holding back my feelings, my opinions, my truth… for what? Fear? Politeness? It's a work in progress, let's just say that. That and maybe the cake. Still stings, sometimes. I see cakes in store windows and I have to actively fight the urge the scream. I wonder, sometimes, if the recipe was *wrong*... I am still not sure.
What’s your advice? Even though you hate giving it.
Fine, fine. Here's my totally unsolicited, probably not-that-helpful advice. Be kind (even to yourself). Don't take everything so seriously. Sometimes, just... let it go. Embrace the mess. Tell the people you love that you love them. And for the love of all that is holy, don't try to bake a multi-layered cake until you've mastered a simple muffin. There you have it. My pithy, and probably unhelpful, advice. Now, do with it what you will. I'm going to go have a cup of coffee. Maybe with a cookie. A store-bought cookie. From a *bakery*. Okay, actually, now I want a cake, good or bad. Ugh.
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Teleportation. No question. Imagine! No more traffic. No more delayed flights. I could be in Paris for breakfast and back home for dinner! Or... or maybe the ability to instantly clean a kitchen. Oh, decisions, decisions... But yes. Teleportation. Definitely teleportation. Or the ability to make the world's worst drivers *instantly* understand the concept of a turning signal. That's a solid second choice right there. I hate bad drivers. The worst.
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