Amalfi Hotel Seminyak Indonesia

Amalfi Hotel Seminyak: Your Bali Dream Escape Awaits!

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we’re diving headfirst into the shimmering (hopefully!) waters of the Amalfi Hotel Seminyak. "Your Bali Dream Escape Awaits!" they shout. Dream escape, huh? Alright, let’s see if it lives up to the hype. (And, spoiler alert: I’m a very picky traveler.)

First thing's first: Accessibility. Okay, this is crucial. I’m not disabled, but I am a traveler who believes everyone deserves a good trip. The website vaguely mentions "facilities for disabled guests," which is a start, but I need specifics. Are there ramps everywhere? Elevators? Accessible rooms with roll-in showers? They need to get specific, people! My god, they need to be specific! Because it's not enough to say you're accessible. You gotta show it. I'm going off of assumed facts, and I hope (pray to the travel gods!) that the Hotel would invest in the best, most inclusive options for access.

On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Again, a MUST. What's the point of a stunning hotel if you can’t easily enjoy the food? I'm betting they're there, waiting for someone to tell their story but, well, I haven't done my research yet. I may have to find the hard way.

Internet Access: Okay, this is a big one for a travel blogger (ahem, yours truly). They promise Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Praise be! My thumbs need to post, people. The need. I'd be devastated if the wifi was spotty, slow as molasses, or constantly cutting out. I need strong, reliable internet. I need to be able to stream my favourite shows (okay and upload my photos). Internet [LAN] is also available which gives me more flexibility in my room if I'm not the type who enjoys cordless connections, or maybe there's a conference or a business meeting to attend? The website claims "Internet services" so I'm going to assume they offer printing services, too, because I might need to print something.

Speaking of, Wi-Fi in public areas. Yep, super important. Gotta Instagram that poolside cocktail, right? I need to confirm this, though, because I've been to places where the "free Wi-Fi" felt like it was powered by a dying hamster on a wheel.

Things to Do, Ways to Relax: This is where the Amalfi Hotel should shine. Let's get into it, shall we?

Body scrub, Body wrap: I'm a sucker for a good scrub, get rid of the Bali grime, yes please!
Fitness Center, Gym/fitness: Gotta work off those Bintangs somehow…hopefully it's more than just a treadmill facing the wall. (Been there, hated that.)
Foot bath: Sounds delightfully relaxing. YES.
Massage, Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna… Okay, I'm already feeling zen. Sign me up!
Steamroom: Always a bonus.
Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: Crucial. Gotta have a stunning pool. Preferably with a swim-up bar. Because, vacation.

Cleanliness and Safety: The world is a messy place, and let's face it, Bali can be… well, let's just say I've seen some things. But with the times we are in, I demand cleanliness. This section is critical.

Anti-viral cleaning products: Good. REALLY good.
Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Staff trained in safety protocol: I need to see this. I need to feel it. I want to smell cleanliness. (Not the pungent smell of bleach, though. I want the subtle, clean, let's-keep-everyone-safe smell.)
Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. And I want it good sanitizer. Not that alcohol-flavored stuff from the gas station. The good stuff.
Hygiene certification: Show me the paperwork!
Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Reasonable. Actually, I’d prefer more.
Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: This is non-negotiable.
Staff trained in safety protocol: Crucial. I want to see staff members who know what they are doing, not just robots who are told what to say.
Sterilizing equipment: Good to know!

Dining, drinking, and snacking: Okay, here’s where things get interesting. I live to eat, and I will judge this hotel harshly on its culinary offerings.

A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant: That's a LOT. Let's see if they deliver on the variety. The "Happy Hour" better be happy, or faces will be scowled. The 24-hour room service is a must if I'm being honest. Midnight cravings call…

Services and Conveniences: These are the little things that make a hotel truly great.

Air conditioning in public area: Essential.
Business facilities, Concierge: Always helpful.
Cash withdrawal, Currency exchange: Convenient.
Daily housekeeping, Doorman: These are what make a hotel feel like a hotel!
Dry cleaning, Elevator: Again, essential.
Facilities for disabled guests: Checking up on my original point…
Food delivery: Neat.
Gift/souvenir shop: Good for those last-minute presents.
Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meetings, Meeting stationery: Useful.
Outdoor venue for special events: Might need this for my upcoming wedding 😉
Safety deposit boxes: Always use them!
Shrine, Smoking area: Interesting.
Terrace: I love a good terrace.
Xerox/fax in business center: Outdated but fine!

For the Kids:

Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Okay, the kids. I'll leave this to the parents. But it's good to see it's included, it means the Amalfi has the best intentions.

Getting Around:

Airport transfer: YES. Absolutely necessary.
Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service, Valet parking: Options, options, options.

Available in all rooms: This is where we get down to the nitty-gritty of the room itself.

Air conditioning: Check.
Alarm clock: Useful.
Bathrobes: Essential.
Bathroom phone, Bathtub: Luxury!
Blackout curtains: YES. Sleep is sacred.
Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea: Mandatory.
Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available, Internet access – LAN, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar, Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Slippers, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens: Okay, that's a lot of boxes to check, but they set the bar high!

So, the verdict?

The Amalfi Hotel Seminyak sounds promising. The amenities are there, the promises are bold. But can it deliver? Honestly, I'm cautiously optimistic. I need to see it to believe it.

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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is… well, it's my shot-by-shot, slightly-manic, completely unfiltered journey through the Amalfi Hotel in Seminyak, Bali. Prepare for a rollercoaster, because frankly, I'm still recovering.

The Amalfi Hotel Seminyak: My Life (and Possibly Yours) on a Beach, a Breakdown, and a Bintang…

(Cue dramatic music, maybe some ukulele. Bali, here we go!)

Day 1: Arrival and Immediate Panic

14:00 - Arrival at Denpasar Airport (DPS). Okay, first impression: humid. Like, really humid. My perfectly planned airport outfit (linen pants, breezy top, the whole shebang) immediately feels like I’m wearing a damp Kleenex. Finding my pre-booked airport transfer? Apparently, a national sport. After 20 minutes of sweating and yelling, I finally locate a guy holding a sign with my name… spelled wrong. Classic.
15:30 - Check-in at Amalfi Hotel. The lobby smells like frangipani and… optimism. Or at least, polite, forced optimism. The staff is smiley, the welcome drink is delicious, and the room? Promising. It actually looks like the photos! (A rare win!) The pool looks inviting. The beach is nearby. I'm feeling… cautiously optimistic. This could actually be good.
16:00 - Attempt to unpack. Fails miserably. I swear, my suitcase exploded. Clothes are everywhere. I can’t find my bikini. My carefully crafted travel journal is buried under a mountain of, well, everything. My inner control freak is having a full-blown meltdown.
17:00 - Mandatory Poolside Reconnaissance. Okay, the pool is as good as it looks. Azure blue, perfectly still water. I attempt a graceful entrance. Then… I slip. Faceplant. Mortification level: Expert. At least I didn't break anything.
18:00 - Sunset Beach Walk (and the first Bintang). Seminyak beach is… busy. Throngs of people. Vendors hawking everything from sarongs to massages. The sand is hot, the waves are loud, and the sunset is absolutely breathtaking. Seriously, it's like someone painted the sky on fire. Cracked open my first Bintang (Bali's local beer) as the sun dipped below the horizon. Pure bliss. Except… I dropped my sunglasses in the sand. Cue mini-meltdown number two.
19:30 - Dinner at a beachfront restaurant. The smell of grilled seafood is intoxicating. I order the fish (because… Bali!). Delicious, perfectly cooked. The waves are crashing, the stars are twinkling, and I’m starting to… relax. Maybe this Bali thing isn't so bad after all.
21:00 - Bed. Exhausted. Happy. Slightly sunburnt.

Day 2: Beach Bliss, Bar Hopping, and Existential Dread

08:00 - Wake up to a cacophony of bird song (or what I think is bird song, maybe it's the hotel's weird internal speakers). Attempt to meditate on my balcony. Fail. Brain is still buzzing from yesterday's travel trauma.
09:00 - Breakfast at the Amalfi's restaurant. Buffet. Eggs. Fruit. Coffee. Standard. The coffee is weak. Why is coffee always weak in these otherwise spectacular places?
10:00 - Beach Time! Okay, this is what I came for. Suntan lotion applied. Book in hand. Waves lapping. The sound of the world fading away… until the incessant drone of the beach vendors begins again. Sigh. I've become one of those people. You know, the ones who get annoyed at the vendors. I need some perspective here.
12:00 - Lunch at a beachside warung. (Small, local eatery). Amazing Nasi Goreng (fried rice). So cheap! So flavorful! This is the real Bali, right here.
14:00 - Nap (attempted). The heat. The food coma. The relentless sun. Sleep evasion.
16:00 - Pool Time (Round Two). Less faceplanting this time. Progress!
18:00 - Bar Hopping on Seminyak Square. Okay, I’m not usually a "bar hopper" kind of person, but the atmosphere is too tempting. Every bar is a different vibe, from chilled-out reggae spots to loud, neon-lit cocktail dens. I sample a mojito. Then a margarita. Then… well, things get a little blurry.
21:00 - Dinner (wherever I can find it). Honestly, I have no idea. Pizza? Street food? Did I even eat? Note to self: pace yourself, girl.
22:00 - Crash. Into bed. Wake up with a vague sense of embarrassment and a slight headache. Bali, you are a seductress.

Day 3: The Temple, the Tourist, the Trauma

09:00 - Breakfast. Again. (At least the coffee is getting stronger.)
10:00 - Day Trip to Tanah Lot Temple. Beautiful, iconic, the pictures don't do it justice. The temple is nestled on a rocky outcrop jutting out into the sea, and it's really quite stunning, but everyone else is there. Endless crowds. Selfie sticks everywhere. I spend more time dodging people than admiring the scenery. It made me feel so claustrophobic.
12:00 - Lunch at a restaurant near Tanah Lot. The food is overpriced and underwhelming. The waiter keeps trying to upsell me. I contemplate running away and joining a Balinese rice field.
14:00 - Return to the hotel. Need. A. Pool.
15:00 - More Pool Time, but now with a purpose. I finally, finally, find my bikini! Victory!
16:00 - Massage. Heaven. Absolute, pure heaven. I choose a Balinese massage. A massage with the right pressure and the right balance of oil and fragrant things. I drifted into a half-sleep state of bliss. (The masseuse also fixed a knot I didn't know I had).
18:00 - Attempt to watch the sunset… again. Decided to try a different beach. Less crowded. More serene. Still stunning. I get a bit lost.
19:30 - Dinner and attempted reconciliation of self in a solo restaurant. The ambiance is lovely, the food is delicious, and I'm eating it alone. It's a profound experience. I'm learning stuff about myself. (Like, I still hate eating alone. It keeps the feeling of being exposed close to the surface.)
21:00 - Stumble back to the Amalfi, feeling… reflective. I'm starting to see the beauty in the mess. The imperfections. The moments of both joy and utter despair. This trip is a rollercoaster, but maybe that's the whole point.

Day 4: Cooking class, Confusion, and (Hopefully) Completion

09:00 - Breakfast. My last one! (sob emoji)
10:00 - Cooking Class! I signed up for a Balinese cooking class at a local community kitchen. The instructor is amazing, the spices are fragrant, and I learn how to make gado-gado (a traditional Indonesian salad). I somehow manage to not burn down the kitchen. Success!
13:00 - Feast on my culinary creation. It’s actually delicious! I surprise myself.
14:00 - Free time. A nap? Some last-minute souvenir shopping? Or…
16:00 - Another beach walk! I need one more dose of that ocean energy before I go. But this time, I leave the phone in the room. No photos. Just me, the waves, and the sand.
17:00 - Packing. (The worst.) This time, it's a disaster. This time, I'm prepared for it.
19:00 - Farewell dinner at a restaurant on the beach.
21:00 - Drink a final Bintang.
22:00 - Sleep.

Day 5: The Long Goodbye

09:00 - Final breakfast.
10:00 - Check out. The airport transfer guy actually finds me this time. Maybe they got my name right. I am not holding my breath.
Departure.

Reflections:

The Amalfi Hotel was a good base, beautiful, and (mostly) well-run. Seminyak? Touristy, yes. Chaotic, definitely. But also: beautiful, vibrant, and full of life. Bali? It's a potent mix of beauty, frustration, and pure, unadulterated joy. I came, I saw, I faceplanted, I cried

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Amalfi Hotel Seminyak: Your Bali Dream... or at least, My Bali Adventure (Mostly!)

Alright, let's get real. This isn't sponsored, I'm not getting paid – just survived (and mostly thrived) at the Amalfi. So, here's the lowdown, good, bad, and the downright "what was *that*" moments.

So, the basics: Location, Location, Location – Is it actually good?

Okay, fine. The Amalfi *is* in a pretty decent spot. Seminyak, right in the thick of it. You're a hop, skip, and a slightly sweaty walk away from the beach (more on that swelter later). Loads of restaurants, shops... it's all right there. Convenient? Absolutely. Peaceful sanctuary? Not exactly. Think more... buzzy. I actually loved it, the chaos is part of the charm of Bali! But honestly, I once spilled my Bintang on the way to the beach and it's a long walk until you see some beachside bar to cure that! And the traffic? Hoo boy. Download Grab. You'll thank me later.

The Rooms: Are they Insta-worthy? Or more, uh, "functional"?

Alright, let's be honest. The photos? They're *good*. Really good. My room? It was clean, spacious enough, and had a balcony. Not quite as pristine as the promo shots, let's just say things get a little... worn-in. There were some scuff marks on the walls. And the aircon? It needed a little prodding sometimes! But hey, it's Bali. You're not there to stare at perfectly smooth walls, are you? And the bed? Amazing. I’m a terrible sleeper, but every night, I passed out cold! I swear I could’ve survived a hurricane on that bed!

The Pool: Oasis or just… wet?

The pool? Yeah, it's a decent pool. Cleanish. Pretty. But let me tell you a story. I went in on a particularly hot day. Jumped in, feeling glorious. Then, I saw it. ONE floating cockroach. I wasn't really affected at first until two more joined in! I swear I lost my appetite for about an hour. And the fact that I had to be careful about the sun and not getting burned by the sun! I’m not trying to be overly dramatic, but it's enough to scare the *hell* out of you. But honestly, afterwards, it felt like a rite of passage. I swam in that pool! Also, the pool bar? Essential. Especially after an encounter with some unfortunate bugs.

Breakfast Buffet: Heaven on a Plate? Or, a Scramble for Scrambled Eggs?

Breakfast... okay, this is where things get interesting. Variety? Sure, you got your Indonesian options (nasi goreng, lovely), your Western staples (eggs, bacon, lukewarm sausage). The coffee? Let's just say, it wasn't life-changing. I’m definitely a cafe person but I had no choice. Did I mention the inevitable "chicken feet" incident? Yes, chicken feet. I saw them. I did not touch them. They were just... there. Don't get me wrong, some days it was pure bliss, fresh fruit, amazing pastries, perfect. Other days... well, let's just say I stuck to the omelette station, which was usually pretty solid! The real hero was the fresh juice. Seriously, stock up on the pineapple juice!

The Staff: Are they actually as friendly as everyone says?

Okay, this is where the Amalfi shines. The staff? Absolutely, genuinely lovely. Always smiling, always helpful, trying their best to make your stay awesome. I lost my sunglasses, completely my fault, but the front desk went above and beyond to help me find them (spoiler alert: I found them in the mini-fridge, I swear the heat got to me). They're patient, they're kind, and they're the real reason this place is worth it. They have seen it all! From tourists sunburnt to a crisp to a couple who had a fight! Bless them for being so amazing!

Any hidden costs/gotchas I should know about?

Ugh, yeah, the usual. Drinks and snacks from the mini-bar aren't cheap, so stock up at the local Circle K (ask the staff for directions, they'll tell you). Also, the airport transfer offered by the hotel is convenient but way more expensive than a Grab. And be aware, the 'resort fee' is not really a fee. Don't expect it, just do your homework and you'll be fine. One more thing: If you're like me, and *need* good wifi, well, it's a bit spotty sometimes. Be prepared to tether to your phone, or wander to a cafe to check your emails. But honestly, who needs wifi when you're in Bali? Okay, me. I need it... sometimes.

Overall, would you recommend the Amalfi?

Look, it's not perfect. There are quirks, minor imperfections, and a cockroach or two. But? Yes. Absolutely, mostly, I would. The location is killer. The staff are angels. It's comfortable, clean enough, and the pool (cockroaches and all) is a godsend after a day of exploring. Just go with the flow, embrace the chaos, and be prepared to laugh. And maybe bring your own coffee. And if you do find those sunglasses, let me know!

Okay, Let’s Talk Specific Experiences! What was your absolute worst moment?

Okay, buckle up, because this is a doozy. It involved the aforementioned pool, several Bintangs, and a questionable decision. So, picture this: It's late afternoon, the sun is blazing, and I've been at the beach, which I loved, then I came back to the hotel. I think, “I deserve a swim.” Now, remember those cockroaches? I thought nothing of it at the time when I had my swim earlier, but this time, different story. I was so relaxed that I didn't notice anything. Then, I started to feel a weird itch. A *terrible* itch. And it wasn't just one itch. It was a swarm of them. I panicked and got out. And that's when I saw it. A giant, maybe-a-bit-too-close-to-the-edge-of-the-water, tree branch. And on it. And *in* it. A nest of angry ants, disturbed by my splashing around. The itch wasn't a random itch. It was hundreds of bites all over my body. I screamed. I showered. I frantically applied soothing lotion. For two days, I looked like a spotted Dalmatian. And even worse, the itch went on for days. I was so embarrassed, I could barely leave my room. It was the worst mistake. Even worse thanBook a Stay

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