Phuket Paradise Found: Tour De Phuket Hotel Awaits!
Phuket Paradise Found: Tour De Phuket Hotel Awaits! (Or Does It?) – A Messy, Honest Review
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I’m about to spill the tea (or maybe the Chang beer, depending on how this goes) on the Tour De Phuket Hotel. Full disclosure: my expectations were HIGH. Phuket? Paradise? The website promised sun-drenched bliss wrapped in a bow of luxury. Did it deliver? Well…let's just say it's a story. A slightly chaotic, possibly sweaty, and definitely opinionated story.
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Accessibility: The First Hurdle (and Maybe a Trip or Two Along the Way)
Right, let's get this out of the way. The hotel claims to be accessible. "Facilities for disabled guests" is a checkbox they ticked. But, and this is a BIG BUTT (pun intended), navigating the Tour De Phuket as someone with mobility issues feels less like a relaxing vacation and more like an Olympic sport.
The ramps? Sometimes steeper than my pre-coffee mood. The elevators?…well they exist. Sometimes. You'd be better off, if you can, bringing your own Sherpa. I witnessed a truly epic struggle involving a wheelchair, a rogue suitcase, and a very flustered staff member trying to navigate the winding paths. Someone actually cried. I'm not saying. I'm just saying. (Score: 2/5 - Improvement needed, big time!)
Wheelchair accessible: Mostly, with caveats. Think: "Accessible-ish." Be prepared to be a little resourceful and ask for help.
Rooms and Amenities: The Good, The Bad, and the “What the Heck is THIS?”
Okay, let's talk brass tacks. The basics.
Available in all rooms: YES! (With caveats!)
- Air conditioning: Blessedly, yes. It’s Phuket. You'd melt without it.
- Alarm clock: Still a thing. Though I use my phone now.
- Bathrobes: Fluffy and appreciated. Though I do feel slightly overdressed when I try and run down to the vending machine wearing one.
- Bathroom phone: Seriously? Who still uses these things? I actually got a call ON IT, and it was a cranky person who could not find their room.
- Bathtub: YES! Blissful.
- Blackout curtains: Crucial. Phuket sunrise is aggressive.
- Carpeting: Meh.
- Closet: Plenty of space for all the ridiculous shirts I impulse bought.
- Coffee/tea maker: Essential.
- Complimentary tea: Decent quality, but not as good as my usual.
- Daily housekeeping: They did a good job generally, but sometimes a little too thorough. (More below)
- Desk: Functional.
- Extra long bed: Needed. Always.
- Free bottled water: Always welcome, especially in that heat!
- Hair dryer: Worked. Fine.
- High floor: I got upgraded. Score!
- In-room safe box: Okay, but like, you still have to remember to use it.
- Interconnecting room(s) available: Good for bigger families/friend groups.
- Internet access – LAN: Don't even know if I tried it.
- Internet access – wireless: THE LIFEBLOOD.
- Ironing facilities: I actually used them. Because I'm fancy like that.
- Laptop workspace: Good.
- Linens: Fine.
- Mini bar: Expensive, but that's hotel life.
- Mirror: A lot of them actually.
- Non-smoking: Mostly.
- On-demand movies: Yeah, whatever. Didn't bother.
- Private bathroom: Duh.
- Reading light: Essential for late-night sneaky reading.
- Refrigerator: Crucial for keeping your Singha beer frosty.
- Safety/security feature: Made it.
- Satellite/cable channels: Meh.
- Scale: Oh dear.
- Seating area: Good for chilling.
- Separate shower/bathtub: Lovely!
- Shower: Water pressure…meh.
- Slippers: Nice touch.
- Smoke detector: Good.
- Socket near the bed: YES! Godsend!
- Sofa: Comfy.
- Soundproofing: Pretty decent.
- Telephone: Yep.
- Toiletries: Fine.
- Towels: Plenty.
- Umbrella: Needed it!
- Visual alarm: Cool.
- Wake-up service: Never needed it
Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services, Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, Wi-Fi in public areas: Okay, here’s where things get messy, and I'm starting to smell smoke (maybe my own stress-induced fumes). The Wi-Fi is free. Supposedly. In theory. In practice? Forget about streaming anything, and be prepared for intermittent bouts of silence. The Wi-Fi in the public areas was a constant battle. I spent more time refreshing pages than actually admiring the scenery. It’s like the hotel's Wi-Fi provider is perpetually stuck in dial-up. (Score: 1.5/5 - Needs a serious upgrade!).
Cleanliness and Safety (The Things I Actually Worried About)
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Sure, I guess.
- Breakfast in room: Didn't try it.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Didn't see it.
- Cashless payment service: Helpful.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Seemed to happen.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Good to know, I guess.
- First aid kit: Always a good thing.
- Hand sanitizer: Plentiful!
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Yay!
- Hygiene certification: Not sure, but I didn't get sick.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Yes.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Managed it.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Probably.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: NO.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Yes.
- Safe dining setup: Okay.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Hopefully!
- Shared stationery removed: Good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Seemed so.
- Sterilizing equipment: Probably.
I'm a germaphobe, so cleanliness is HUGE for me. The rooms looked clean, BUT… there was this one incident. Our room was cleaned one day, and a piece of very personal, very visible trash mysteriously reappeared the next. I mean, COME ON! Score: 3/5 - Could be more consistent.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Carb-Loading in Paradise?
Okay, the food situation. Here, the Tour De Phuket sort of redeems itself. Sort of.
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes.
- Alternative meal arrangement: Sure.
- Asian breakfast: Delicious.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Fantastic.
- Bar: Poolside and the main one.
- Bottle of water: In the room. Complimentary.
- Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant: The buffet was the highlight. Endless possibilities and enough to keep me full until dinner.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop: Standard. Nothing to write home about but gets the job done.
- Desserts in restaurant: Lovely!
- Happy hour: Always a win!
- International cuisine in restaurant: Meh. Stick to the Thai food, folks.
- Poolside bar: Essential.
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's tightly-wound travel itinerary. This is… my trip to the Tour De Phuket Hotel. I’m aiming for a messy, emotional, and hopefully hilarious chronicle. Prep yourselves, because I'm not promising perfection.
Tour De Phuket: My Phuket Pilgrimage (AKA: Praying for Sunburn & Good Cocktails)
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Panic
- 8:00 AM (Phuket Time): Touchdown at Phuket International Airport. Okay, first impression? Hot. Like, a tropical-in-your-armpits kind of hot. Immediately regretting my long-sleeved travel outfit. Also, WHERE'S THE AIRPORT WIFI? I NEED TO INSTAGRAM. (Priority, clearly.)
- 9:00 AM: Taxi chaos. Bargaining is involved. My Thai isn’t exactly fluent. "Sawasdee kap… more Cheaper?" I think I successfully haggled a whole… five dollars off. Victory!
- 9:45 AM: Arrive at the Tour De Phuket. It’s… bigger than I thought. And the lobby is swirly and gold-toned. This could go either way. Either supremely luxurious, or like stepping into a dentist's waiting room circa 1987.
- 10:00 AM: Check-in. The woman at the desk is impossibly serene. How does she do that? My brain is already fried from the heat and the taxi negotiation. Finally, the key! Room number 420. Heh.
- 10:30 AM: Room exploration. HOLY. Balcony overlooking… something green. Trees. Definitely trees. And the air conditioning? Glorious. Immediate emotional upswing. Success!
- 11:30 AM: Poolside reconnaissance. The pool is sparkling, the sun is beating down. This is what I came for. Attempt to get a tan. Fail miserably. Already turning a shade of red that would shame a lobster.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch at the hotel restaurant. Pad Thai. It's… good. Maybe a little bland. But the view of the pool makes up for it. Plus, they have Singha beer. And beer makes everything better.
- 2:30 PM - 5:00 PM: Down time at the room: Spent most of the time at my room, scrolling on social media, as well as trying to get some rest to adapt to time zone differences.
- 6:00 PM: Sunset cocktails. Finding a bar with the BEST view. "Mai Pen Rai" (no worries) mindset activated. Order a Mai Tai. It's… potent. Like, I could swear the sun is setting twice as fast.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner. Somewhere, I'm not exactly sure where. Followed the sound of music and people bustling. Great food, got to try some new seafood. Fell in love with it.
- 9:00 PM: Passed out in the hotel room. Jet lag is a sneaky devil.
Day 2: Beach Bound and Tourist Traps (with a dose of existential dread)
- 8:00 AM: Wake up. Still red. Sunscreen is my new religion.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast at the hotel. The buffet is extensive. I am easily overwhelmed. Ended up with a plate of fruit, some questionable-looking pastries, and a whole lot of coffee. Fuel for adventure, or a recipe for disaster? Only time will tell.
- 10:00 AM: Decide to go to Patong Beach. Rental bike it is! Great way to see the area.
- 11:00 AM: Patong Beach. Oh. My. God. It’s… busy. Like, a wall-to-wall throng of humanity. Vendors trying to sell me everything from knock-off watches to jet ski rides. This isn't my vibe, not even close. I think I might need a vacation from my vacation.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Found a quieter spot; small, local place with the best Pad Thai I've ever tasted! The spicy and sweet taste lingered in my mouth.
- 1:30 PM: Massages. Tried the Thai Massage. I'm pretty sure my bones have been rearranged. But in a good way? I think so. Definitely feeling more relaxed.
- 3:00 PM: Walk around Patong. Found a local shop, and wanted to try something new. Got a tattoo.
- 5:00 PM: Sunset from my balcony. So beautiful. I think I might need to stay here forever.
- 7:00 PM: Trying to look for a good restaurant to have dinner in, but can't find any. Ended up eating at the hotel, eating the same Pad Thai from the first day.
- 9:00 PM: Bedtime.
Day 3: Finding My Zen (Maybe) & Unintentional Chaos
- 9:00 AM: Slow start. Breakfast at the hotel. Still overwhelmed by the buffet. Ended up with cereal, because at least that's familiar.
- 10:00 AM: Trying to find some Zen. Going to a yoga class in the hotel. I am so not a yoga person. But I figured I needed to embrace the whole "relax and unwind" thing. I managed to maintain my balance, but mostly I was watching the others.
- 11:30 AM: Poolside. Sunscreen application, this time with a slightly more strategic approach. Attempting to read a book. Fail. Too many gorgeous views.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch. Ordered room service. Because, why not? And it was AMAZING. Fresh spring rolls and a mango smoothie. Feeling better, things are looking up.
- 2:30 PM: Adventure! Decided to take a tuk-tuk to Phuket Old Town. The ride was… exhilarating. And by exhilarating, I mean terrifying. We nearly crashed into a scooter, and the driver seemed to think stop signs were mere suggestions.
- 3:30 PM: Phuket Old Town. So charming! Colorful buildings, cute shops, a much different vibe than Patong. Bought some souvenirs. (Keychains. Because, clichés are fun!)
- 5:00 PM: Stumbled upon a little cafe. Ordered an iced coffee. And then remembered I'm lactose intolerant. (Cue stomach rumblings and a mild crisis.)
- 6:00 PM: Managed to find a pharmacy and buy some medication.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the hotel.
- 9:00 PM: Early night. Trying to recover from the day's adventures (and stomach issues).
Day 4: The Boat Trip Debacle (aka: My Near-Death Experience… Maybe)
- 8:00 AM: Alarm goes off. Decided to do an islands boat tour!
- 9:00 AM: Get off. The boat tour's vibe is really chill. Sun, waves, clear water – it's perfect. Except my sea sickness is something else.
- 10:00 AM: Snorkeling at Phi Phi Islands. The water is ridiculously clear. Saw colorful fish, and some coral. It was breathtaking.
- 12:00 PM: The boat starts to rock a bit too much. I realize the sea sickness is not getting any better. Vomiting.
- 1:00 PM: Lunch on the boat. I can't eat anything.
- 2:00 PM: The boat ride ends. Spent the next couple of hours recovering from the boat ride.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. After the boat ride, I just stick to the hotel. Eating the same Pad Thai.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime.
Day 5: Farewell Phuket (and a Final Plea for Sunscreen Advice)
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast. One last go at the buffet. Feeling brave. Managed to conquer a croissant!
- 10:00 AM: Poolside. Re-applying sunscreen with religious fervor. I'm starting to look less like a lobster and more like a slightly pink human. Small victories.
- 11:00 AM: Last-minute souvenir shopping. Found a little shop that sells local crafts. Bought some more keychains (obviously). Gotta have a token of my trip!
- **12
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Do You Like Dogs?
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How Do You Handle Mistakes?
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Alright, Real Talk: What’s the *Weirdest* Question You've Ever Been Asked?
Okay, buckle up. This is a doozy. I once got asked to write a haiku… about the existential dread of a sentient toaster. Seriously. A *toaster*. I mean, think about it. Bread goes in, bread comes out, consumed by humans. The toaster just *sits* there, contemplating its purpose. And its internal struggle with the crumbs.
Will You Ever *Truly* Understand Humans?
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