Gloria's Secret: The DM's Travelers Inn You NEED to Know About!
Okay, buckle up, because we're diving headfirst into Gloria's Secret: The DM's Travelers Inn! Forget the pristine brochure promises, I'm here to give you the real scoop – the good, the slightly-off-kilter, and the downright amazing. And trust me, you NEED to know about this place. SEO be damned (just kidding, I secretly care), but let's be real - the best reviews are messy, honest, and human.
First Impressions (and a Tiny Rant about Accessibility):
Getting there? Okay, now the imperfections start. Let's talk Accessibility first, shall we? The website says facilities for disabled guests, but I'm not entirely certain of what that means in practice. While there's an elevator, the lobby's a bit of a tight squeeze for rolling suitcases, and the access to the swimming pool [outdoor]… well, let's just say I couldn't quite see a ramp. (Someone please correct me if I am wrong!) In short - Accessibility is a work in progress, and it's something they could REALLY improve.
The Glorious Stuff (and Where It Gets Better):
But, that said, I loved this place. The energy is just… different. It's friendly. It's a little eccentric. It genuinely feels like a secret.
Rooms - Your Own Little Sanctuary:
Okay, let's get to the rooms. I had a non-smoking room (thank GOODNESS), and it was a haven. The bed? Extra long bed. Bliss. I'm a sucker for blackout curtains and a good seating area, and they delivered. Oh, and the Wi-Fi [free]? Actually works! I’m working remotely, so that was a huge plus. In addition, there was Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN. As advertised.
The bathroom was spotless, the toiletries smelled divine (I swear, I’m hoarding the shampoo bottles), and the towels were fluffy. There was a shower and a bathtub, so I could make a choice, which is a luxury. Also, the slippers! I love hotel slippers. I lived in them.
My biggest gripe? The additional toilet they had, was not in my room, which I would've adored. It's a small price to pay for the comforts I got, however.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Stomach's Story):
Right, food. This is where Gloria's really shines. The restaurants are varied. Seriously, do not miss the Asian breakfast. Forget the sad continental spreads I have come to expect. This was a feast of flavors. I went back three times.
And let's talk about the buffet in restaurant. Okay, I usually avoid buffets. They give me the ick. But this one? Divine. They had options for me (I'm a fussy vegetarian, so I was slightly nervous), with a vegetarian restaurant nearby, with salad in restaurant to fill my appetite along with the desserts in restaurant. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was served with a smile. AND they had a coffee shop as well!
I may have had a little too much soup in restaurant one night after a long day, but hey, who's judging? Speaking of which, the room service [24-hour] is a lifesaver. Seriously. Getting a bottle of water and a decent snack at 3 AM? Absolutely.
Relaxation & Rejuvenation (My Happy Place):
This is where Gloria steals your heart. The spa/ sauna area is a must. I'm not normally a spa person, but I treated myself to a Body wrap. It was the most relaxing hour of my entire life. I also got a massage, and oh my GOD. This place does it right. It's a beautiful, serene space, and it felt like all my worries melted away.
Want more? They have a pool with view! A fitness center! It felt luxurious and calming.
Beyond the Basics: Services and Quirks:
Okay, so they have the usual stuff: dry cleaning, daily housekeeping, laundry service, safety deposit boxes. They make it easy. But what sets Gloria's apart is the detail.
- The Service: The staff is genuinely friendly and helpful. They went above and beyond to make me feel welcome.
- The Extras: They have a convenience store. They provide cashless payment service.
Cleanliness & Safety (Thank Goodness!):
In a world that seems to be constantly sick, everyone is looking for cleanliness and safety. And Gloria's Secret delivers. Daily disinfection in common areas is a given. They use Anti-viral cleaning products. Hand sanitizer is everywhere. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. The staff is trained in safety, and it shows. You feel safe and cared for.
Things to Do, and the (Slightly) Messy Bits:
- Things to Do: They've got you covered. Meetings, seminars, outdoor venue for special events, indoor venue for special events…
- The Imperfections: There were some minor hiccups. My room needed a slightly better dusting (nothing major, just a little, and I am probably being too picky), and I was a little miffed I couldn't use the car power charging station because I don’t drive (sad face). And I wish they had a pets allowed policy.
The Verdict (and My Crazy Obsession):
Gloria's Secret is not perfect. But it is amazing. It’s a place that is charming and comfortable. It’s warm, inviting, and the staff is genuinely awesome. The food is divine. The spa is a must. Yes, there's room for improvement (esp. accessibility), but honestly? I'm already planning my return.
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DM's Travellers Inn Gloria: My Brain, My Backpack, My Bloody Itinerary (or Lack Thereof)
Okay, deep breaths. This is it. Gloria, Philippines. DM's Travellers Inn. Supposedly paradise found. I swear, if I end up spending the whole trip wrestling with a dodgy Wi-Fi signal and eating instant noodles, I'm going to… well, I'll probably just whine about it on this (horribly organized) "itinerary." Here goes nothing.
Day 1: Arrival & "Lost in Translation" (and the Sun)
Morning (ish) - Arrival at Manila Airport (MNL): Landed. Survived. That's the first hurdle, right? The airport was a chaotic ballet of luggage carts and people yelling. I swear I saw a chicken loose in baggage claim. Don't judge - jet lag's a hell of a drug. Found my pre-booked shuttle to the ferry terminal – thank god for that, because figuring out public transport in Manila feels like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded.
Mid-Morning - Ferry to Calapan: The ferry… let's just say it wasn’t the Titanic. It was more like a slightly rickety, very crowded, air-conditioning-optional floating sauna. Found a seat next to a surprisingly chatty grandpa who kept trying to give me (in broken English) life advice while simultaneously attempting to feed me questionable-looking pastries. Sweet guy, but my stomach did a nervous little flutter.
Afternoon - Road Trip to Gloria & DM’s (FINALLY!): The van ride from Calapan to Gloria… well, it was an experience. The roads were… let's call them "rustic." Picture potholes that could swallow a small car. I swear the driver treated the horn like a musical instrument, constantly honking in a symphony of "Look Out!" and "I Am Here!" Arrived at DM's after what felt like a biblical journey.
Late Afternoon - Check-in & Initial Panic: DM's itself? Kinda charmingly ramshackle. The room… basic. But hey, that's what I signed up for, right? Right? The mosquito net looked like it had seen better days. Immediately slapped on some bug spray, prayed to the internet gods (they seem to be ignoring me), and contemplated the existential dread of unpacking.
Evening - Dinner Disaster & Sunset Sojourn: Ate dinner. Or at least attempted to. Had a plate of what was advertised as "local seafood" that tasted suspiciously like rubber and regret. Sulked a bit. Wandered down to the beach to watch the sunset – that was magical. Pure, unadulterated, “this is why I came here” bliss. The colours! The water! The lack of rubber-seafood! This is when I decided I came for the experience, not the meal.
Day 2: Beach Day & (Attempted) Zen
Morning - Beach Bliss & Burn: Woke up to the sound of the waves! Amazing. Spent the morning lounging on the beach, reading. Got sunburnt despite the sunscreen. Rookie mistake. Must. Reapply. Later. Strolled down for breakfast, and the lady behind the stand gave me a warm smile when I asked for a cup of tea, which I thought the only way I could communicate with them, but I was wrong. She was super helpful and the breakfast was amazing!
Mid-day - Snorkelling Debacle (and Redemption!): Tried snorkelling. Turns out, I'm not a natural. Kept swallowing saltwater and panicking. The fish, however, were utterly gorgeous. Saw a sea turtle! (Okay, maybe I just thought I saw a sea turtle, but let's go with it.) Found a little secluded cove and just… floated for a while. No panicking. Just… existing. Pretty darn nice, actually.
Afternoon - The Great Mango Hunt & Midday Slump: Back to the Inn, exhausted and craving sugar. Searched high and low for a mango, but the fruit stands seemed to have abandoned ship for the afternoon. Eventually found a single, slightly bruised mango. Devoured it in approximately 3.7 seconds. Fell into a deep, post-mango, beach-induced slumber. Woke up slightly disoriented, wondering what year it was.
Evening - Dinner Redemption & Stargazing: Tonight's dinner was actually edible! Maybe the chefs are finally awake? Walked along the beach after dark and gazed at the stars. Absolutely breathtaking. You can actually see the Milky Way. It made me feel… tiny. And incredibly happy.
Day 3: Island Hopping - Promises, Promises…
Morning - The Pre-Trip Frenzy & Pre-Trip Panic: Planned to go island hopping. Booked a boat and a driver yesterday. Now, staring at this itinerary after finishing my breakfast, and I get the sense that the day will be filled with more than what I had expected.
Early Morning - The Great Hotel Escape: Decided it's time to make a change, and since I paid for the boat and driver, I just have to get out of here!
Late Morning - The Island Hopping Beginnings Got on the boat, and headed to the island. The views were amazing, the water were clean and clear! Did some snorkeling, and saw a lot of different colors of fishes. Got a sunburn, and had so much fun.
Afternoon & Evening - Back to DM's… Again? & The Great Regret: Had dinner back at the Inn, and watched the sunset with the other travellers. Had so much fun sharing stories and getting to know everyone. I regret coming here alone, because it's so nice to enjoy with someone else.
Day 4: Saying Goodbye (Maybe Too Soon?)
Morning - Last Breakfast & Last Moments: Had one last breakfast at the Inn, and packed my bags to leave. It was a great experience, and everyone was so helpful during my stay.
Midday - Ferry back to Manila… The ferry was the same, but I felt different, and ready for next adventures.
Afternoon - Reflection & Re-entry: Back in Manila, ready to go home.
And that's it (for now). This itinerary is probably wildly inaccurate, ridiculously disorganized, and full of emotional tangents. But hey, that's life, right? Gloriously messy, brutally honest, and hopefully, occasionally, breathtakingly beautiful. DM's Travellers Inn, Gloria. You've given me a lot to think about. And a lot to complain about. Wish me luck, and pray for better Wi-Fi.
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So, what *is* this whole thing about, anyway? Like, what am I even looking at?
Alright, lemme level with you. I'm not entirely sure. This is supposed to be some kind of Frequently Asked Questions thing, but you know, *real*. Not some glossy brochure answer bullshit. It's supposed to be about... well, whatever comes to mind. Like, maybe you’re looking for info about a specific topic, or maybe you're just bored and stumbled in here. Cool beans either way. Consider this your permission slip to judge and laugh.
Why does it sound so... *chatty*? Did a real human write this?
Oh, yeah, absolutely. This wasn't churned out by some algorithm. That's me, right here! The good, the bad, and the slightly-too-much pizza-and-Netflix-last-night part of me. I’m trying to be... well, *me*. Look, I'm not always eloquent. Sometimes I ramble. Sometimes I swear under my breath. That's life, baby. And honestly, the robot voices bore me to tears.
Okay, fine. But can you actually answer some questions? Like, what are the actual things people ask?
Right, right, get to the point, I get it. Okay, fine. People ask... a lot. Everything from "What's the meaning of life?" (Spoiler alert: I'm still working on that one) to "How do I make a decent cup of coffee?" (My secret? Always use the good stuff, no matter how broke you are.) But let's say the most common thing is "Help! I'm lost/confused/don't know what to do!" and that's where I come in. Sometimes I actually have a helpful answer.
What's the most ridiculously hard thing you've ever tried to do?
Oh, man... okay, this is a good one. I once tried to bake a soufflé. Like, a legit, fancy-pants soufflé. Now, I appreciate a good challenge, but this thing... it was a beast. I followed the recipe to the letter. I whisked those egg whites until my arm was screaming. I gently folded the cheese sauce. The oven, I swear, was judging me. I peeked in, all proud, and... nothing. It was a flat, sad pancake of disappointment. It was like the souffle was mocking me, which considering how hard I tried, it probably should have. The entire thing was a metaphor for my life. And then I ate it anyway, because, you know, cheese.
I'm feeling overwhelmed. What should I do to... you know... *cope*?
Okay, okay, this I understand. Overwhelm is my middle name. First, breathe. Literally. Take a deep breath in, hold it for a second, and slowly let it out. And then... well, it depends. If you're at home, a messy room suddenly feels not so bad, right? Sometimes just getting outside for ten minutes helps. Or, if you're in a really big funk, call someone who doesn't make you feel worse (and if that's actually possible). Personally, I'm a big fan of bad TV and copious amounts of tea. Whatever it takes to make the world seem a little less scary. And remember: everyone feels overwhelmed sometimes. You're not alone, even if it feels like you are.
What are you *really* passionate about?
Passion? Hmm... Okay, I have two main things I'm passionate about. First, the underdog. I love rooting for the people who don't seem like they should win. The ones who are fighting for something, even if the odds are stacked against them. My other passion... and this is probably going to sound really silly... My dogs. I like dogs. I really REALLY like dogs. They're the best. They're the purest good in the world. They make me a better person. Don't judge.
What's the worst advice you've ever given? And what did it teach you?
Ugh. Okay. Here we go. I once told a friend to "just quit" her job. "It's not worth it", I said. And at the time, I *meant* it. The job sucked. The boss was a jerk. But she was miserable after she left. She didn't have a backup plan, and things got really tough for her financially. It was horrible watching her struggle. It's a massive regret. What I learned, painfully, is that advice is tricky. You can't always know the whole story. You have to consider the context, the person, the potential consequences. And sometimes, your "helpful" advice just makes things worse. Now, I try to ask more questions and REALLY LISTEN before I open my mouth. And I'm always, always, *always* careful about the potential fallout. (And I also try not to give ANY advice unless asked. Just in case.)
Why do you keep talking, and why should anyone care?
Why am I talking? Habit, probably. Coffee. Existential dread. And, okay, because I *like* talking. I like connecting with people even if it's through a screen. Should you care? Maybe! Maybe not! You're free to close this window anytime. But I hope, deep down, that maybe SOMETHING I say will resonate with someone. Or make someone smile. Or make someone feel a little less alone. Even if it's just for a few minutes. And heck, maybe I'll learn something along the way too.
