Kota Kinabalu's Hidden Gem: Hotel Deleeton KK - Unforgettable Stay!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're wading into a swamp of amenities. This isn't gonna be your dry, bullet-point review. This is gonna be… me. And my hot takes. And probably a few typos. (Hey, even hotel reviewers are human, right?)
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- Title: [Hotel Name] - A Messy, Honest Review: Spas, Safety, and the Search for the Perfect Breakfast (Plus, ALL the Wi-Fi!)
- Meta Description: My chaotic, real-life experience at [Hotel Name]. We’re talking accessible rooms, amazing (and sometimes slightly chaotic) restaurants, a spa that almost made me cry, and Wi-Fi that ACTUALLY worked. Get ready for an unfiltered look at the good, the bad, and the "wait, what was that smell?" of this hotel.
The Review: My Brain Dump of Expectations and Reality
Right, so I just got back from a stay at the [Hotel Name]. Oh, the name? Doesn't really matter right now. Let's get into this, shall we? (And yes, I'm still unpacking. My suitcase is probably judging me.)
First Impressions (the "Wow" and the "Uh-Oh")
Okay, so pulling up, it looked the part. Grand entrance, fancy fountain… classic. The check-in? Contactless, which I'm all for these days. But that's when the first crack appeared. The lobby was… packed. People everywhere. Like, a horde. I was immediately overwhelmed because, you know, humans. And I'm not good with humans. But the doorman saw me having an inner struggle and stepped in, offering assistance. Kudos to him.
Accessibility: Leveling the Playing Field (and My Expectations)
I'm not in a wheelchair myself (phew!), but I always look at accessibility because, well, it matters. The [Hotel Name] seems genuinely committed. Elevators everywhere, nice wide hallways… they even had accessible toilets and bath facilities. The information wasn't just a side note; they were properly equipped.
- Wheelchair Accessible: Yes, definitely a plus. This also made navigating the building with my absurd amount of luggage much easier.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: Seemed really invested, felt good.
- Rooms: Looked fantastic, spacious. Kudos to the hotel for making it better.
Rooms: My Fortress of Solitude (Before the Housekeeping Invasion)
The room itself? Pretty damn luxurious. I mean, those robes were practically begging me to wear them. Free Wi-Fi? Yes! And, bless the internet gods, it actually worked! My usual hotel nightmare.
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!: They weren't kidding. Amazing.
Internet Access: LAN.
Internet Services: Yep!
Wi-Fi in public areas: It worked!
Things I Loved:
- The Blackout Curtains: Glorious. Slept like the dead… until the housekeeper did her thing.
- The Slippers: Soft. Fluffy. Perfect.
- The Coffee/Tea Maker: Fuel for my caffeine addiction.
- The Extra Long Bed: So I didn't have to have my feet hanging out.
Minor Gripe: I swear the maid just appeared in the morning. I mean, I appreciate daily housekeeping, but can we set a schedule??
Other Notes:
- Air Conditioning: Worked like a dream.
- Alarm Clock: Yes.
- Bathtub: Luxurious
- Closet: Spacious.
- Desk: Perfect for my laptop.
- Mini Bar: Expensive, but there.
- Non-Smoking: Thank goodness.
- Private Bathroom: Always a good sign.
- Safe box: Always a good idea.
- Soundproofing: Actually worked.
Dining: A Rollercoaster of Flavors (and Unexpected Delays)
Okay, the food. This is where things get… interesting.
Restaurants: Yes. Multiple.
A la carte in restaurant: Yep!
Asian breakfast: Amazing.
Asian cuisine in restaurant: Good.
Bar: Lively.
Breakfast [buffet]: The most chaotic, and beautiful, of them all.
Coffee/tea in restaurant: Glorious.
Desserts in restaurant: Decadent.
International cuisine in restaurant: Present!
Poolside bar: Did not disappoint.
Room service [24-hour]: Thank the lord. Especially at 3 AM.
Salad in restaurant: Good.
Soup in restaurant: Amazing.
Vegetarian restaurant: Present!
Western breakfast: Just ok.
My "Restaurant" Story:" So, I went to the “Restaurant Name” on the first night.. Beautifully designed, I want to give them that. They took my order, it seemed like a long time, and I waited. And waited. Well, I got my food. But, right before they came out, a very excited waiter dropped something over. No big deal. No big deal. The manager comes over, super apologetic. Offered me complimentary drinks, and I honestly wasn't worried. It can happen.
The Good: The variety was insane. The food was pretty darn good.
The Bad: Service was slow. Seriously slow. I’m talking, "I could've written a novel while waiting for my soup" slow. But the staff was friendly, so… it’s a trade off.
The Ugly: The breakfast buffet was pure chaos. Absolutely, gloriously chaotc. The food tasted great, but it was packed.
The Quirk: The coffee shop - coffee was ok, but the pastries were amazing.
Drinking and Snacking: Fueling My Existential Hotel Crisis
- Bottle of water: Always appreciated.
- Coffee shop: See above. Pastries. MUST. TRY.
- Poolside bar: Cocktails were strong.
- Snack bar: Needed a desperate late night snack.
Things to Do: Relaxing or Actually Working Out (The Struggle is Real)
Things to do?: YES!
Ways to relax?: YES!
My Spa Adventure (Highly Emotional Edition)
Okay, the spa. The spa almost made me cry. In a good way, mostly. I went for a massage, and yes, I'm going to get personal. The masseuse, bless her heart, was an absolute angel. She kneaded out years of stress that I didn’t even know I had. I floated out of there. The whole experience was… sublime. I think I actually fell asleep in the sauna.
- Body scrub: Available.
- Body wrap: Also available.
- Fitness center: Looked impressive, but I'm not a gym person.
- Foot bath: I am a foot bath person, though.
- Gym/fitness: Did not use, but looked good.
- Massage: Worth it.
- Pool with view: Gorgeous.
- Sauna: Relaxing.
- Spa: Heaven.
- Spa/sauna: Double heaven.
- Steamroom: Nice!
- Swimming pool: Amazing.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Amazing.
Cleanliness and Safety: COVID Conundrums and Hand Sanitizer Galore
The hotel tried. They really did.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Yep.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Yes.
- Cashless payment service: Helpful.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Visible.
- Doctor/nurse on call: Good to know.
- First aid kit: Always a good idea.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere.
- Hot water linen and laundry washing: Important!
- Hygiene certification: Yes.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Great.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly achieved.
- Professional-grade sanitizing services: Checking boxes.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: Appreciated.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Yes.
- Safe dining setup: Okay.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Yes.
- Shared stationery removed: Good.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Yes.
- Sterilizing equipment: Good
- Access Well thought
Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your average, perfectly-polished itinerary. This is my Kota Kinabalu survival guide, fueled by caffeine and a healthy dose of existential dread (just kidding… mostly). And it's all happening at the Hotel Deleeton KK. God help me.
Hotel Deleeton KK – Kota Kinabalu: A Chaotic Expedition (aka, My Attempt at a Relaxing Vacation)
Day 1: Arrival & Altitude Adjustment (and a Dash of Panic)
- 14:00 - Arrival at Hotel Deleeton: Okay, the hotel lobby looks promising. Gleaming marble, a slightly too-enthusiastic bellhop who nearly wrenched my arm off. I’m already sweating. I'm pretty sure that's a sign of impending disaster. The room? Surprisingly… clean. Okay, Deleeton, you win this round. But I'm keeping my guard up. Found a tiny, sad-looking packet of instant coffee on the desk. Seriously? Instant? This is war.
- 14:30 - Room Recon & Panic-Ordering: After unpacking (which involved a dramatic flinging of everything onto the bed – gotta establish dominance!), I assessed the situation. The view's kinda… okayish. Overlooking a slightly dusty street. Ordered some nasi goreng from room service. Gotta fuel the engine. And maybe a beer. Definitely a beer. Needed to pre-emptively strike down any future, sudden despair.
- 15:30 - Nasi Goreng & Existential Dread: The nasi goreng arrived. It was… decent. Not amazing, but definitely a solid 7/10. Which is better than I was expecting, honestly. Ate it while staring (deeply) at the dust on the windowsill, questioning all my life choices. Why am I here? What am I doing with my life? Is that bird outside plotting my demise? These are the important questions.
- 16:00 - Rambling Walkabout: Forced myself to leave the room. Needed some air, some human interaction (or at least, non-existential bird interaction). Wandered around the block. Found a little convenience store. Bought snacks I didn't need (and a second beer). The humidity hit me like a brick wall. Good lord, it’s hot here. Swore I saw a cat judge me.
- 17:00 - Poolside Failure: The pool looked inviting. Lying on a sunbed, sipping my beer! Nope. Realized, that I don't have a bathing suit (forgot to pack it!) Sigh. Back to the room I go.
- 19:00 - Dinner Disaster (and Slightly Better Redemption): Found a local restaurant for dinner. Ordered something mysterious (grilled fish). It was… overcooked. And I accidentally ordered a plate of chillies. My face is now resembling a lobster. At least the local beer was cold.
- 21:00 - Collapse & Netflix: Exhausted. Collapsed back in the room. Netflix & Chill. The end.
Day 2: Island Hopping & Emotional Volatility (and a Boatload of Sunscreen)
- 07:00 - Wake Up & Regret: Woke up with a splitting headache, courtesy of the chilli-infused dinner. Why did I think that was a good idea? The regret is real. Took a bunch of pills for it.
- 08:00 - Breakfast & Pre-Island Anxiety: Breakfast at the hotel. Surprisingly alright buffet. The coffee was… drinkable. But I still packed a thermos of my own just in case things went south.
- 09:00 – Ferry to the Islands! (aka, Praying I Don’t Get Seasick): Booked a boat trip to Tunku Abdul Rahman National Park's islands. Got on a ferry. Waves were… wavier than I anticipated. Started to feel sick. Clutching my bag of emergency ginger biscuits.
- 09:30 – Island 1: Sapi Island (aka, Paradise Lost and Found): Sapi Island? Gorgeous. Crystal clear water. White sand. Fell instantly in love. The snorkeling wasn't quite the "finding Nemo" fantasy I'd envisioned, but the fish were pretty. Lost my goggles to a sneaky wave and had a mini-freakout. Found them. Crisis averted.
- 11:00 – Diving into the Deep: Attempted some snorkelling. Saw a jellyfish. Squealed. Grabbed a very helpful local guy. Realized the water was absolutely stunning. This is what I came here for.
- 12:00 – Beach Picnic & Sand Rage: The perfect beach. Got a pre-booked picnic. Ate my sandwich on the sand. Started to get sandy. Got sand everywhere. The wind picked up. I started to hate sand.
- 13:00 - Island 2: Manukan Island (aka, More Beach, More Sun, More Existential Questioning): More beautiful beaches, more snorkeling. Almost ran into a sea urchin. Decided that maybe I like sand.
- 15:00 - Ferry Back to Reality: The boat ride back was smoother. Thankfully the seasickness hadn't kicked in. Back to the hotel.
- 16:00 – Shower & Sunburn Assessment: Showered off all the sand. Realized my back was bright red. Idiot. Should have put more sunscreen.
- 18:00 – Dinner & Local Vibe: Found a restaurant with local vibe. The food hit the spot. Felt a tiny bit better.
- 20:00 – Bed & Dream of Jellyfish: Exhausted. My head hit the pillow. I was out. I dreamt of jellyfish.
Day 3: Culture & Chaos (and Probably More Humidity)
- 08:00 - Hotel Breakfast (Attempt #2): Same breakfast buffet. I might be starting to like it. Starting to feel like a local.
- 09:00 - City Exploration (aka, Getting Lost): Walked to the city. Got lost. Saw the Atkinson Clock Tower. Very impressive. Wandered around a market. The smells! The colours! I felt overwhelmed. Bought some mangoes.
- 11:00 - Handicraft Market (aka, Bargaining for Baubles): Found the Handicraft Market. Bargained for some souvenirs. Felt slightly guilty. But, the bargain was brilliant!
- 13:00 - Lunch & Regroup: Had a delicious lunch. The coffee was amazing. Felt slightly less confused.
- 14:00 - Museum Fiasco: Tried to visit a museum. It was closed. Sigh. Plans went sideways.
- 15:00 – Retail Therapy (Emergency Strategy): Went shopping to lift my spirits. Brought a shirt I didn’t need. Felt better.
- 17:00 - Sunset Photos (attempted): Went to the waterfront for the sunset. Took some photos. Sunset was beautiful. But needed more editing.
- 19:00 - Dinner & Reflection: Dinner in an outdoor restaurant. Ate Laksa. It was too spicy. Needed more beer. Reflected on my trip so far. It was a mess. But I was enjoying it.
- 21:00 - One more beer (the closing bell for the day): Another beer. Thought the Hotel Deleeton wasn't that bad.
- 22:00 – Zzzzzzzzz…
Day 4: Farewell (and a Tiny Bit of Sadness)
- Okay, don’t judge. I was supposed to see more. But honestly, I was content.
- 07:00 – Final Breakfast & Coffee: Said goodbye to the breakfast buffet. Coffee hit the spot!
- 08:00 – Last-Minute Souvenir Run: Panic-bought more souvenirs because I realized I’d forgotten people.
- 10:00 – Hotel Checkout (and a Tear… Maybe): The hotel staff were nice (even the bellhop). Checked out. Said goodbye to the Hotel Deleeton.
- 11:00 – Airport Debrief: Got to the airport. Reflected on my trip. It was messy. It was chaotic. It was wonderful.
- 12:00 – Boarding & the Great Return: Boarding my flight. Goodbye Kota Kinabalu, goodbye Deleeton.
- 19:00 - Home Sweet Home.
Final Thoughts:
Hotel Deleeton KK? It was… a place. A place where I slept, (mostly) ate, and survived. Kota Kinabalu? It was beautiful. It was overwhelming. It was everything I needed. Would I go back? Probably. Will I pack sunscreen next time? Absolutely. And for the love of all that is holy, I'm bringing my own coffee. Wish me luck for the next adventure.
Escape to Paradise: Alstonville Country Cottages Await!
So, what *exactly* is this all about? Some kind of life assessment?
Ugh, "life assessment" sounds so clinical, doesn't it? No. It's more like... a brain dump. Think of it as a slightly organized, utterly unfiltered glimpse into the inner workings of my incredibly flawed, occasionally brilliant, mostly snack-fueled brain. We're talking personal anecdotes (the good, the bad, and the *oh-so-embarrassing*), opinions that are probably wrong, and a whole lotta "what was I *thinking*?" moments. Consider yourself warned.
Are you, like, *qualified* to be doing this? Do you have a degree in, I don't know, "Being Human"?
Qualified? Honey, I barely manage to keep my plants alive. My qualifications for this are the fact that I *am* human. And that's a messy, beautiful, chaotic, mistake-prone, and occasionally amazing thing to be. Do I have a degree in "Being Human"? Only in the School of Hard Knocks, my friend. And let me tell you, that school has some *tough* professors.
What are we *really* going to talk about? Give me some juicy details!
Okay, prepare yourself. We're going to cover the usual suspects: friendships (the ones that last, the ones that *don't*), relationships (the train wrecks, the slow burns, the "what the heck was *that*?" ones), career stuff (the successes, the failures, and the soul-crushing desk jobs). Oh, and did I mention family? Because, well, you can't escape them, can you? I'll be talking about my ridiculous obsessions (hello, reality TV!), my weird anxieties (will I ever be able to parallel park?), and probably a story or two about a particularly embarrassing incident involving food. (Spoiler alert: there are *many*.)
Okay, I'm in. But...are you going to filter yourself? Will you keep things real?
Filter? Honey, in this economy?! No way. I'm allergic to manufactured perfection. I'm talking unfiltered honesty, even when it's mortifying. I'm talking about the awkward silences, the impulsive decisions, the times I've cried over spilled milk (and other, more serious things). I'm going to be flawed, messy, and probably say some things I later regret (sorry, future therapists!). But that's the fun of it, isn't it? Real life isn’t airbrushed. It's…well, it’s often a complete disaster, but a beautiful one at that.
What's the Worst Experience You've Ever Had? Spill the Tea!
Alright, buckle up, folks. This one involves a wedding, a very unfortunate dress, and a whole lot of humiliation. It was my cousin’s wedding, a perfectly lovely summer affair. The problem? My date. Let's call him 'Chad' (because that’s what he *was*…a massive Chad). Chad, dear reader, was a walking embodiment of bad decisions. He was also… let’s just say, not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I thought I’d get away with the evening with only some mild secondhand embarrassment. I was wrong. Dead. Wrong. During the dance, he decided it would be a brilliant idea to try and *lift me*. He did not succeed. Instead, I ended up… well, I ended up tripping, and somehow, my dress ripped. From the waist to *well* above the waist. I’m talking full-on, "exposed to the entire wedding" situation. Picture it: me, mortified, standing in a sea of horrified faces, holding my dress together while Chad... Chad was still trying to figure out what had happened. It was a comedy of errors, a truly awful comedy. I somehow survived the evening, but the memory still haunts me. I still check if my dress is intact every time I dance.
Favorite book?
Oh, man, that's like asking me to pick a favorite child (if I *had* children, which I don't, because... life choices!). But okay, if forced to choose... I'd probably go with "Pride and Prejudice." Don't judge me! It's escapism, and sometimes a girl just needs to dream of witty banter and handsome, brooding men. Plus, the social commentary is surprisingly relevant *still*. And the fashion? *Swoon*.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
Ah, this is a good one, let's see… I'm pretty experimental when it comes to food, which sometimes leads to amazing discoveries and sometimes…well, it leads to regret. I'm thinking back to that time I was traveling in some small town… with friends. They dared me to try some local delicacy, and well, a competitive person am I.
It was some kind of… "fermented" fish. I kid you not. It was fermented for *weeks*. And the *smell*! It was like a thousand rotting things had all decided to throw a party in a jar. I nearly threw up before I even got it near my mouth. But I’m not one to back down from a dare (or a bad food) I forced myself to take a bite. The taste? Imagine the worst thing you've ever tasted, then make it 50x worse. Like, truly, truly awful. I chased it with about three gallons of water and spent the next hour avoiding the person who dared me. But hey, I can say I tried it, and learned a valuable lesson about the dangers of peer pressure and fermented fish. And the smell... I haven't smelled anything like it since; hopefully, I never will again.
What makes you angry? What ticks you off?
Oh, where do I start?! Bad drivers. People who chew with their mouths open. Reality TV shows that are clearly staged (wait… that’s ironic, isn’t it?). But if I'm being honest, the thing that truly, *truly* gets my blood boiling is injustice. Seeing people treated unfairly, whether it's for their race, gender, sexuality, or just because they're... different. That kind of blatant disregard for human dignity just makes my stomach churn. I'm a big believerComfort Inn
