Escape to Paradise: Playa Venao's Hidden Gem - Las Escobas del Venado
Escape to Paradise: Las Escobas del Venado - My (Mostly) Unfiltered Take
Okay, alright, buckle up buttercups! I've just finished my stay at Escape to Paradise: Playa Venao's Hidden Gem - Las Escobas del Venado, and I'm ready to drop some serious truth bombs. Forget those overly polished TripAdvisor reviews; you're getting the real deal, warts and all. This is going to be long, so grab a coffee (or a cocktail – you'll need it after reading about my experience).
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Accessibility – Can a Clumsy Human Survive?
Right, first things first, let's talk accessibility. I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on wheelchair-friendly hotels, but I did have to lug my suitcase up a few flights of stairs myself (the elevator was present, though!) This hotel isn't a completely seamless experience for those with mobility issues. I saw some Facilities for disabled guests mentioned, but verify before booking if you need specific accommodations. Still, the open layouts and generally laid-back vibe make it friendlier than some of those mega-resorts. The exterior corridors were great for sneaking out for a midnight snack. (More on that later…)
(Rambling time: I actually tripped while trying to balance my burrito and a margarita the first night. Let that be a warning!)
On-Site Eats & Lounging - Eat, Drink, and Be Merry (Maybe)
Okay, food. This is where things get interesting. Las Escobas del Venado boasts Restaurants and a Poolside bar, which, let’s be honest, is essential for a good beach vacation. The Pool with view is as stunning as advertised. The A la carte in restaurant option offered a nice variety. I ate in the restaurant several times, sometimes with great success, sometimes with… well, less.
- The Good: The Asian cuisine in restaurant was surprisingly delicious. I inhaled a plate of dumplings so fast I almost choked. The Happy hour was, of course, heavenly. And the Bottle of water they left in the room? Bless.
- The Not-So-Good: One night, I ordered the Soup in restaurant, and it tasted suspiciously like dishwater. I’m not one to complain, but even I couldn't finish it. The buffet (I think it was the Breakfast [buffet]) was a bit…meh. Nothing to write home about, except maybe a strongly worded note about the questionable croissants.
Cleanliness and Safety – Germaphobes, Rejoice!
This part? Impressive. The hotel is obviously taking COVID seriously. They were flaunting Professional-grade sanitizing services, Daily disinfection in common areas, and had Hand sanitizer stations EVERYWHERE. I’m talking more hand sanitizer than a hospital. The Rooms sanitized between stays, and they offered Room sanitization opt-out available if you were feeling brave. There's Staff trained in safety protocol, which is reassuring. The safe dining setup and Cashless payment service was nice. They did use Anti-viral cleaning products, but I didn't see anything related to a "Sterilizing equipment."
(Quirky Observation: I swear, the staff eyed me suspiciously every time I entered the dining room. I'm guessing I looked like I needed a shower after my surfing lesson.)
Spa & Relaxation – My Happy Place (Mostly)
Alright, the spa. This is what gets you in the door, right? And let me tell you, it’s almost worth it. There’s a Spa, Sauna, Steamroom, and a Fitness center (which I didn't touch – I'm on vacation!). Now, the Massage… that was the highlight. The masseuse worked out knots I didn't even know I had. Pure bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. The Body scrub and Body wrap were also pretty decent. The Foot bath? Divine.
(Emotional Reaction: I actually teared up during the massage. No shame. It was that good.)
The Room – Sanctuary or Just a Room?
My room? Available in all rooms, of course. And it was nice. Spacious, with a Private bathroom, Air conditioning, and Free Wi-Fi. The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver after a long day of sun and surfing. The Bed was comfy, the Shower was great, and the Coffee/tea maker was much appreciated. It had a Mini bar, which I raided. I loved the Balconies, with the views. There were some Non-smoking rooms too and lots of Safety/security feature.
(Imperfection Alert: The Wi-Fi, bless its heart, was sometimes as slow as molasses. And finding a plug near the bed wasn’t always a given, so be prepared to fight for that socket near the bed.)
Things To Do – Beyond the Beach
Okay, beyond lounging on the beach, what else can you do? Well, there's not a ton within the hotel, per se. But the beauty of Playa Venao is that it's all about the beach and the surf.
- The Good: The hotel can arrange Airport transfer, Taxi service, and Car park [free of charge]. You can do surfing and chill.
- The Not-So-Good: If you are looking for a jam-packed itinerary of activities, you might be disappointed. I do think there is a convenience store.
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things
- The Good: The Concierge was helpful. They had Daily housekeeping. And they offered Laundry service.
- The Not-So-Good: There wasn't a ton of extras.
The Nitty Gritty: The Good, The Bad, The Meh
- Pets allowed unavailable.
- Family/child friendly
Overall Impression:
Las Escobas del Venado is a mixed bag. It's not perfect, but it's got a certain charm. The location on Playa Venao is fantastic, the spa is worth its weight in gold, and the staff are generally lovely. But the food can be hit or miss, and the Wi-Fi can cause palpitations. I'd recommend it, with a few caveats.
Here's the Honest Truth: If you're looking for a perfectly polished, faultless experience, this might not be the place for you. But if you're after a relaxed, laid-back beach getaway with some serious pampering potential, then book it. Just maybe bring your own snacks. And a portable Wi-Fi hotspot.
(Final Thought: I miss that massage.)
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- A complimentary bottle of champagne upon arrival. (Just because I got that! Maybe?)
- A 20% discount on all spa treatments.
- A guaranteed room with a balcony and stunning ocean views.
- Free Wi-Fi (when it cooperates!)
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Luxury Rayong Townhouse: Your Dream Home Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your sterile, color-coded, "perfectly planned" itinerary. This is my Playa Venao experience, coming at you raw and unfiltered. Get ready for some sand in your metaphorical underwear.
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Gratification (aka, the Ocean) - Expectations vs. Reality (and My Stomach)
- 10:00 AM - Arrival at Tocumen International Airport: Ugh, airport security. Always a reminder that I'm a walking, talking potential hazard, according to the authorities. Made it through though, somehow.
- 11:00 AM - Shuttle to Playa Venao Hotel Resort: The drive! Oh God, the drive. Coastal roads, lush green… and me, clenching my stomach because I foolishly ate that mystery-meat empanada from the airport. Note to self: stick to known food groups.
- 1:00 PM - Check-in & Room Reveal: The lobby was breezy, thankfully. The check-in guy seemed perpetually sun-dazed. My room? Not bad, not bad. Balcony with a view… of the pool. Not the ocean view I'd paid extra for. Grrr.
- 1:30 PM - Lunch at the Hotel Restaurant (El Rancho?). See above. The empanada ghosts still lurk. I ordered the fish tacos. They arrived looking suspiciously perfect. Suspect. Ate them anyway. Delicious. Worth the risk.
- 3:00 PM - FINALLY, the Beach. Oh. My. God. The waves! I’m not kidding. They were HUGE. Surfers everywhere looking as if they could walk on water. I tried to stay upright for, like, three seconds. Humiliating. But glorious. The sun, the salt, the sound… Pure bliss. I basically became one with the ocean.
- 6:00 PM - Sunset Cocktails & That Beachy-Sunset High. Okay, cocktails. I’m a sucker for a good margarita. And the sunset? To die for. The sky was on fire. I swear, I almost cried. Too much liquid inspiration.
- 7:30 PM -Dinner at the Hotel Restaurant: Decided to be brave and try the local fish stew. Definitely not as perfect-looking as those tacos. But the flavor? Amazing. Maybe I'm getting used to the risk thing.
Day 2: Surfing (Attempted, and a Near-Catastrophe), Local Flavors, & Existential Dread (aka, The Waves Again!)
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast: The buffet. Always dangerous. I tried to make good decisions, failing, and I am now regretting those extra mini-quiches. Okay, I'm not getting into the mini-quiches.
- 9:00 AM - SURFING LESSON! This is where things got messy.
- The instructor, bless his sun-kissed soul, was patient. Me, not so much. I fell. A lot. Like, a ridiculous amount. Picture a flailing, awkward seal trying to mate with a surfboard. That's me.
- I swallowed half the Pacific Ocean.
- I narrowly avoided colliding with a very confident surfer (apologies, dude!)
- I nearly drowned. Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but there was a moment of panic where my brain decided ‘water is the enemy.’
- But! After many, many wipeouts, I actually stood up… for about three seconds! Victory! It was fleeting, but glorious.
- 12:00 PM - Lunch at a beachside shack: Ceviche. Glorious, fresh ceviche. This time, no regrets. Chased it down with a frosty local beer. Ah, the simple life.
- 2:00 PM - Exploring Las Escobas del Venado: Wandered through the local shops. Found a beautiful handmade bracelet. Also, a t-shirt that says “I survived surfing in Playa Venao!” (ironic, I know).
- 4:00 PM - The Beach (again!) Okay, I had to go back. The waves were practically calling my name… or maybe it was the residual fear/adrenaline. This time, I just body-surfed. Way less embarrassing.
- 6:00 PM - Happy Hour. The sunset was even more spectacular this time. Maybe the cocktails were better. Perhaps. I'm starting to get a serious buzz going.
- 8:00 PM - Dinner at a small restaurant in town. Authentic Panamanian food. So much. So goooood.
Day 3: Lazy Day, Regrets, & Departure (with a whole lot of sand in my metaphorical underwear)
- 9:00 AM - Breakfast (again): Pancakes from the buffet. Feeling a little ashamed of my eating habits. But, hey, I'm on vacation, right?
- 10:00 AM - Poolside relaxation: Finally, some actual relaxation. Read my book (mostly). Sunbathed. Did a whole lot of nothing. Glorious. Maybe I could get used to this whole beach bum thing.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch: Simple grilled chicken. Needed the protein boost after all the surfing chaos.
- 2:00 PM - Packing and last-minute souvenir shopping: Ugh, packing. Always a buzzkill. But I found a beautiful piece of local art. It's going to look amazing back home.
- 4:00 PM - Final Beach Walk: One last stroll on the sands. Saying goodbye (for now) to the waves.
- 5:00 PM - Hotel Bar: Last chance for a margarita. (I'm seriously going to miss those margaritas.)
- 6:00 PM - Dinner: Italian Pasta : It’s a resort so was not expecting a top notch Italian restaurant but pasta was delicious . The staff seemed a little tired, a little bored of us all. But the food was good. I'm starting to feel a little sad. Vacations are fleeting.
- 8:00 PM - Farewel: To me, to Playa Venao. Airport to Tocumen. Boarding the flight.
Final Thoughts:
Playa Venao, you wild, beautiful beast. You humbled me. You challenged me (surfing!). You fed me (deliciously). You gave me the best sunset cocktails of my whole life. I'm going back home, sunburnt and slightly waterlogged, with a belly full of ceviche, a head full of memories, and a renewed appreciation for gravity (and dry land). This isn't about "perfection." This is about the messy, wonderful, imperfect reality of life, experienced by a slightly clumsy, margarita-loving human being on a beach. And I wouldn't trade a single wave wipeout for anything. (Okay, maybe I’d trade a few).
P.S. - Anyone know how to get sand out of your underwear? Asking for a friend… (it's me).
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Bibione Beachfront Apartment (2 Balconies!)
Okay, so, *[Insert Topic Here]*. Where do I even *begin*? Like, seriously, HELP.
Ugh, yeah, I hear you. The beginning is always the worst. It's like staring at a blank canvas with a paintbrush dripping with the weight of expectation. For me… well, let me tell you a story. I once tried to [relate the beginning to personal anecdote]. It was a total disaster. I was convinced I’d ruined everything. Ended up crying in the bathroom. But… then I learned. So, start small! Honestly. Just… *start*.
What are the absolute *must-haves*? The non-negotiables? Don't bore me with the fluff.
Alright, alright, get to the point. Okay, well in my experience, you absolutely *must* have [List 3-5 essential elements, but make them slightly unconventional]. Forget all the other garbage they tell you. Oh, and *patience*. Lots and lots of it. I’m seriously still working on that one. I remember this time when I... [relate the "must-haves" to a personal anecdote about screwing them up or succeeding]. I’m convinced without [one of the must-haves], you're toast.
This sounds… complicated. Will I mess it up? Because I'm pretty good at messing things up.
Okay, deep breaths! YES, you probably will. We ALL do. That’s the BEST part! The first time I tried [Relate this to a specific, embarrassing mistake]. UGH. I still cringe. I’m serious. Everyone will tell you to be "perfect" and "prepared," but… screw that! Embrace the chaos! The mess-ups are where you learn. Just try not to… you know… set anything on fire. Probably a good rule.
What if I get overwhelmed? Seriously, I’m already feeling it.
Overwhelmed? Honey, that's my *default* setting. Take a break! Walk away. Seriously. Pretend you're a cat and take a nap in a sunbeam. When I get overwhelmed, I [Your personal de-stressing method – be specific and funny]. Just remember to breathe. It really does help. And maybe have a snack. I’m ALWAYS better after a snack. Okay, maybe not always… there was that time I [Relate to a snack-related disaster]. But *usually*.
Is there like, an easy way to... um... simplify things?
Easy? Ha! Look, there *is* a simpler approach… but it’s not always the *best* approach. Sometimes, you've got to just get dirty. I’ve read a lot of guides, but frankly, they're usually full of it. I'd recommend getting a better source. I used to... [Describe a guide you followed and why it failed hard]. Then, I simplified... my expectations, mostly. And it helped a lot.
Okay, but I think I'm almost done, how do I know when it's 'good'?
“Good”? Ah, the million-dollar question! Honestly? You'll never truly think it's *amazing*. There will always be something you could change, tweak, or redo. It's the imperfection that makes it, y'know, *real*. It's like that song that you never managed to learn the proper lyrics for. Sometimes, you know it when you don't want to do it anymore. It is then you’re done! I kept going on [relate to a time you overdid it]. It was a disaster. I still regret it. It's a feeling you should be familiar with, and I promise, most people find it and then can't stop! But also, on the other hand, you can always improve!
What about the *really* advanced stuff? Like, the stuff that makes people go, "Wow!"?
Wow? Okay, hold your horses! You gotta crawl before you can… well, you know. This is where it gets… *personal*. You need [mention some advanced concepts]. That first time I tried [relate this to a time you tried something impressive and how it went]. You'll make mistakes. Lots of them. But the key is to keep experimenting. To try it all. And maybe, just *maybe*, something "wow" will happen. But don’t be too obsessed with "wow." Sometimes the quiet moments are even better.
I'm feeling inspired! Where can I find more information?
Inspired, eh? Good! Okay, here’s the thing. You'll get your information from everywhere! But be careful what you read. I once spent about a week reading [Mentioning a bad source you followed]. It's a waste of time! So, I would recommend [List some reliable sources – but keep it short and sweet]. And, most importantly, don’t be afraid to experiment! That is the most important thing, to be sure, when you are inspired you should go and do! And that does it!
Okay, but *really*... what's the single biggest thing I should remember?
The SINGLE biggest thing? Okay, here's the truth bomb: JUST DO IT. Seriously. Stop overthinking. Stop planning. Just get in there and get your hands dirty. The first time I [Relate the "just do it" mantra to a specific, meaningful experience that reinforces your point] It might not be perfect, but it’ll be yours. And trust me, that's the best part. Now, go forth and [insert a call to action related to the specific topic]! And try not to cry too much. Or, you know, do. Cry if you need to. It's all good.
