Luxury Cikarang Apartment: Stunning High-Floor Pollux Chadstone Views!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into the Luxury Cikarang Apartment: Stunning High-Floor Pollux Chadstone Views! - and I'm not going to sugarcoat anything. This isn't your typical, sterile hotel review. This is me, and I'm gonna be brutally honest (and maybe a little bit dramatic). Also, I'm gonna try to cram in all those keywords you threw at me. Here we go…
The Buzz: First Impressions & That View! (Oh. My. God.)
So, "Luxury Cikarang Apartment…" promises a lot, right? And honestly? From what I've seen online, the pictures are legit. They don't Photoshop the view. I need to get this out of the way first… that view from the high floor? It's genuinely breathtaking. Seriously. I gasped. It’s one of those things that makes you feel slightly smug, like you’re looking down on the world (in the best, non-evil-villain kind of way). I mean, Pollux Chadstone views? SOLD. That, my friends, is the main selling point. Seriously, that might be worth the price alone. You could spend all day glued to the window. Okay, maybe not all day, because…well, read on.
Accessibility & Navigating the Maze (Seriously, Where's the Exit?)
Okay, let's get one thing straight: Cikarang isn't exactly known for its walkability. You're probably relying on taxis or the hotel's Airport Transfer which, by the way, is a godsend after a long flight. I didn't use it, but I saw other people using it and let me tell you, dealing with the Cikarang traffic… you want that. Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], and Valet parking are available. Nice.
Now, Wheelchair accessible is listed. I didn't personally test it, but based on the overall design of the building, I suspect it is. The Elevator is crucial for those high floors.
Safety First (Because, You Know, Life)
The Security [24-hour] is very visible. CCTV in common areas and outside the property. Also, Fire extinguisher, Smoke alarms, and Safety/security feature. Felt safe. Always a plus. You know, you hear crazy stuff, and it's nice to know they take it seriously. There's a Doctor/nurse on call, which, thankfully, I didn’t need. Good to know it's there, though.
Cleanliness & COVID-Consciousness (Because, It’s 2024, People)
Alright, this is where Luxury Cikarang really shines. They’re seriously taking hygiene seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Room sanitization opt-out available - that’s a huge comfort. The fact that they have Hand sanitizer everywhere you look, and Individually-wrapped food options shows they're putting real thought into it (Sanitized kitchen and tableware items too). They even have Professional-grade sanitizing services. I mean, this is more than just lip service. You can tell the staff have been Staff trained in safety protocol. This is important. I felt surprisingly relaxed, given the…you know…current situation.
Eating, Drinking, and Basically, Living (The Good Life, or at Least Trying To)
Okay, let's talk food. Restaurants are listed! Asian cuisine in restaurant, Western cuisine in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant… options abound. Breakfast [buffet] is happening (or was, when I was there, but I can't guarantee it'll stay that way forever). There's Coffee/tea in restaurant and a Coffee shop for your daily pick-me-up. Poolside bar looks tempting. I saw people enjoying the Happy hour…yeah, I'll get to those details later. Room service [24-hour] is a lifesaver for midnight cravings, and the Bottle of water in the room is a thoughtful touch. You can also have your breakfast Breakfast in room or Breakfast takeaway service.
Things to Do (Besides Staring at the View)
Okay, back to earth. What do you do here? Swimming pool [outdoor] is obviously a draw. They give you a Pool with view. Also, the Fitness center and Gym/fitness beckons for those feeling guilty about the Desserts in restaurant. And then there’s the spa, which… well…
Spa Life: From Body Scrub to Steamroom (This is Where Things Get a Little… Fuzzy)
The Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Sauna, and Massage are there. They also offer a Body scrub and Body wrap. I indulged. Okay, fine, I splurged. I’d had a really rough week. The Foot bath was heaven. Body wrap, I felt like a human burrito. The Massage… let's just say I emerged feeling… different. Like, I could almost float. It was amazing. Definitely recommend. Couple's room available, too, which is a nice touch if you’re, you know, with someone.
The Room: My Personal Oasis (And Its Tiny Annoyances)
Okay, let's talk about my actual room. It was… fabulous. High floor? Check. That view? Still amazing. They have Air conditioning, Blackout curtains (a must for sleeping in after a spa day), and Soundproof rooms (bliss). I had a Desk and Laptop workspace for actually getting some work done (although, let's be honest, the view was a major distraction). Free Wi-Fi? Check. Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN (for the old-schoolers, I guess). Daily housekeeping? Yep. Extra long bed (love it). Bathrobes, Slippers (luxury!). The Shower was great, and the Separate shower/bathtub was a nice touch. I had a Refrigerator for my champagne. The Mini bar was a bit pricey, but hey, it's a luxury hotel.
The Alarm clock worked, but I'm pretty sure it was set to the wrong time. The Mirror was perfect. The Closet had plenty of space. Hot water linen and laundry washing. Air conditioning in public area.
Here's the snag: the Window that opens… I love fresh air, but the mechanism was a bit wonky. And the coffee maker? Could be better. The Coffee/tea maker was there. But honestly, I'm nitpicking. It's a minor fault in an otherwise stunning room.
Services & Conveniences (The Little Things That Matter)
The Concierge was helpful. Dry cleaning, Laundry service, and Ironing service are all available. They even have a Convenience store for those forgotten necessities. Need to withdraw cash? They have Cash withdrawal. Cashless payment service. Luggage storage is available if needed. They have Doorman to help you. Smoking area is available too. Invoice provided. They have Facilities for disabled guests. They have Family/child friendly.
Beyond the Room: Seminars and Shrining (Huh?)
They do have Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, and Seminars. They also have an Indoor venue for special events and Outdoor venue for special events. Audio-visual equipment for special events, a Projector/LED display, and Meeting stationery are listed. The Gift/souvenir shop is convenient. Shrine? Okay, maybe that's a translation error. But hey, maybe Cikarang has a thriving shrine culture I wasn't aware of.
For the Kids (Babysitters and… Kids Meals?)
They have Babysitting service and Kids facilities, which is a big plus for families. Kids meal too! Cool.
Getting Around (Because Cikarang is Not Exactly San Francisco)
Airpor transfer (told you), Taxi service, and Car power charging station available. Just so you know, Car park [free of charge] and Valet parking are there, they're just parking.
Internet Access & Tech Stuff (Because We’re Connected Now)
The Internet is fast and reliable. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Internet services are mentioned (I didn't need to use them, but they're there).
Room Decorations & The Overall Vibe (This is Where It Gets Personal)
Look, the room decorations weren't overly fussy but are tasteful, in a modern way. I loved that they have Room decorations. The overall vibe is… luxurious. Modern. Clean. And the view? Still gets me.
My Verdict: Should You Book? (Absolutely, With a Few Caveats)
Honestly? Yes. Absolutely
Luxury London Living: 2-Bed Garden Flat in Enfield's Skyvillion!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's dry-as-a-desert-camel travel itinerary. We're going to the Studio High Floor Pollux Chadstone By Travelio in Cikarang, Indonesia. And trust me, it's going to be a glorious, slightly chaotic, and probably sleep-deprived adventure. Here we go, in all its beautiful, messy glory:
Day 1: Arrival - Or, How I Almost Got Eaten by a Taxi
14:00 (ish) - Arrival at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport (CGK), Jakarta: Okay, let's be honest, getting to the airport was a nightmare. Traffic in Jakarta is like a sentient, snarling beast. Honestly, the cab driver looked like he'd been awake since the dawn of time. He'd been driving for at least a week straight. Anyway, I made it, miraculously. Passport control was a blur of sweaty foreheads and indecipherable Indonesian. I’m pretty sure I smiled and nodded at everyone.
15:30 - The Great Taxi Hunt: This is where things got… interesting. Navigating the taxi mafia at the airport is a contact sport. They circle you like vultures, squawking and gesturing, and it's all very intense. I almost got into one driven by a man who looked remarkably like a grumpy cartoon badger, but I held firm and finally, after a tense negotiation with a man who swore his meter was “broken” (surprise!), I found a Bluebird taxi. Victory!
17:00 - The Cikarang Crawl (aka, The Highway to Nowhere): The drive to Cikarang. I've heard it's an hour or so? Lies. Glorious, beautiful lies. It’s probably closer to two hours. I gazed out the window, mesmerized by the endless expanse of… well, let's just say “urban landscape”. There were scooters, trucks belching black smoke, and a whole lot of construction. At one point, I’m pretty sure I saw a family eating dinner on a scooter. Priorities, people!
19:00 - Check-in at Studio High Floor Pollux Chadstone: FINALLY. Home sweet temporary home. The Travelio apartment is… well, it’s clean. Spotless is perhaps an overstatement (there appears to be a ghost of a coffee stain on the side table), but it's functional and the view from the high floor is decent enough. I’m pretty sure the air conditioning is set to “arctic tundra”. Anyway, unpacked. Collapsed onto the very comfy bed.
20:00 - Dinner Debacle: After a quick shower (aircon on full blast, duh!), the stomach grumbles. I had grand plans to get out and explore but, honestly, fatigue has hit. I attempted to find a decent delivery service using my phone. What followed was a dizzying dance with Indonesian food apps. I gave up and ordered a pizza from a chain restaurant. A pizza delivery, in Indonesia. This will get better, right?
21:30 - Bedtime/Existential Crisis: Pizza consumed. I’m suddenly hit with a wave of loneliness. Okay, it's fine. That's just the jet lag talking. I am officially asleep.
Day 2: Chadstone Adventures and Culinary Courage (or Lack Thereof)
09:00 - Wake-Up Call (or, the A/C's Revenge): Woke up freezing. Seriously, the aircon is mocking me. Turned it off. Yay!
10:00 - Chadstone Exploration: Decided to conquer the local shopping mall, Chadstone (as in, Pollux Chadstone, yes, very original) . This is truly a cultural immersion experience, and a sensory overload all at once. The place is huge! I got lost almost immediately. I browsed electronics – the prices are surprisingly reasonable. The food court? Oh, the food court. It’s a symphony of smells, textures and noise. I found a place selling bakso (meatball soup). I pointed, I smiled, and I got my bravery on. The soup was… okay, it was good. It was… a taste of authentic Indonesian food. I am victorious.
12:00 - The Great Grocery Run: Headed to the supermarket to stock up on snacks and water, because clearly, I'm going to die. The shelves are stacked with exotic (to a Westerner) fruits and snacks. I got some strange, brightly-colored biscuits and a bottle of something that looked like orange juice. Fingers crossed!
13:00 - The Pool Promise (Failed!): Pollux Chadstone has a pool. I had such lofty plans the day before, but it remained untouched. I wanted a swim, I really did. But, instead, I just fell face-first into the couch of extreme fatigue.
17:00 - Evening of Rest and Reflection?: I tried to use the evening to be intellectual… and read, but ended up watching a terrible Indonesian drama on TV. It was oddly comforting, even though I understood approximately zero of the plot.
19:00 - Dinner 2.0 (or, the Quest for Flavor): Okay, let's be real. I had a really bad pizza last night. I'm resolved. I'm going to leave my apartment and try a warung (small, local restaurant. This is a must). I walked a few blocks. I ordered some sate ayam (chicken satay) from a street vendor. It was a revelation. The peanut sauce, the chargrilled chicken, the… the life! I think I'm addicted. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
21:00 - Bedtime (again, much earlier this time): Sate consumed. Happy belly. Tired. My face is a smile.
Day 3: Day Trip to Jakarta and Existential Dread, the Sequel
07:00 - Attempted Early Start: Woke up determined. I’d decided a day trip to Jakarta was essential. I needed to see something. But, once again, the cold grips.
08:00 - The Great Transportation Conundrum: Figured out how to book a Grab (the Indonesian Uber). The app is in Indonesian and English, which is a relief! Decided to leave early, but got delayed. The driver arrived late. I'm behind schedule!
10:00 - Jakarta Arrival: The journey was…long. Jakarta’s traffic, again, is a beast.
11:00 - Exploring Kota Tua (Old Town): Finally made it. The old town of Jakarta is a cool mix of colonial architecture and a huge plaza. I wandered around, tried to take in the history, and mostly just sweat. I'm bad at keeping up.
13:00 - Lunch, Sort Of : Found a restaurant. It was over-priced and not particularly good. This is Jakarta. I've had a really bad soup.
14:00 - The National Museum (Sort Of): Decided to visit the National Museum. I wandered through, got slightly lost. Got bored after about 40 minutes.
15:00 - The Jakarta Retreat: After a few more hours of sweating and wandering around, I decided I'd had enough. I'd seen Indonesia’s capital.
17:00 - The Jakarta-Cikarang Return Trip from Hell: The traffic on the way back to Cikarang was even worse than on the way out. The driver and I sat in silence for two hours. I was beginning to question my life choices.
19:00 - Back to the Apartment (and a deep sigh): Safe and sound, but emotionally depleted.
20:00 - Ordering Food: The same food app for the third time, and the same pizza again. I haven't learned my lesson. Maybe.
21:00 - Existential Dread and Sleep: The sun sets. My holiday nears the end.
Day 4: Farewell, Pollux, and the Promise of Home (or, A Slightly Less Messy End)
09:00 - Final Breakfast and Packing: Ate the last of the biscuits. Packed. Contemplated the laundry. Decided it could wait.
11:00 - Check-Out and The Great Taxi Hunt, Round 2: The check-out process was painless. Then, it was the airport trip. I found a taxi. It went well.
13:00 - Depart from Soekarno-Hatta Airport (CGK): Boarded the plane, exhausted but strangely exhilarated.
Reflections: Indonesia is an interesting place. I felt like I had barely scratched the surface. I love. I leave with a full heart. I might come back!
This is just a snapshot of the chaos and beauty of travel. Every adventure is unique, flawed, and full of unexpected moments. Embrace the mess, the unexpected, and the sate ayam. You might just have the time of your life. Now go forth and
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Luxury Cikarang Apartment FAQs: Pollux Chadstone Views - My Brain's Trying to Decide if it's a Dream or a Reality
Okay, So... What Even IS Luxury in Cikarang? Seriously. My Inner Cynic Needs to Know.
Alright, let's be real. "Luxury" in Cikarang used to mean a slightly less leaky faucet and a maybe-working air conditioner. Now, at least in this Pollux Chadstone place... they're *trying*. They've got, like, a legit swimming pool – a REAL one, not a glorified puddle with chlorine that could strip paint. Gym? Check. A rooftop garden thing that looks, honestly, a bit pretentious, but hey, at least the views are good. It’s a step up from the Cikarang of my younger self (which, uh, wasn't *that* long ago). It's the "Oh, huh, maybe living here isn't a complete tragedy" kind of luxury. We'll see if the maintenance can keep up, right?!
The Views! They Keep Mentioning Them. Are They Actually *Stunning*? (And Can I See Jakarta From There?)
Okay, here's the deal. The views... they ARE something. I mean, seriously, being up high is always a win. Especially when you've been staring at the same blasted strip malls for years. But the Jakarta skyline? Nope. Don't hold your breath. It’s… a bit hazy, actually. You see the buildings, but it’s more a suggestion of a city than a postcard-perfect panorama. The real beauty is watching the Cikarang sunsets. Those are legit magic. One time, I was leaning against the window, absolutely exhausted after a hellish day at work, and the sky just exploded in oranges and purples. It almost made me forget I was on a deadline. Almost. Still, the haze... it's a bit of a downer, right?
Swimming Pool Time - My Biggest Luxury Desire. Is the Pool Actually Swim-able? And, More Importantly, Is It Clean?
The Pool! Ah, the pool. Okay, so this is where it gets a little messy. The first time I went, it was pristine. Absolutely beautiful. Gleaming water, perfect temperature, even a little "shallow end" for my (admittedly terrible) swimming skills. I swan around for a solid hour, feeling AMAZING. Like, "I could live like this forever!" amazing. Then, the next week... a few leaves, a slight cloudiness. Okay, understandable. Fast forward to last month... I saw a rogue flip-flop floating near the deep end. A FLIP-FLOP. (Not mine, thankfully.) I’m starting to suspect the pool attendant is secretly running a black market flip-flop rental service. Or maybe the filtration system is a bit overwhelmed. It’s still swim-able, definitely, and I still hit it up on weekends. But I now approach with a cautiously optimistic attitude. Bring your own goggles, people! Trust me. And check the algae.
Okay, About the Apartment *Inside*... Is it Just Pretty, or Actually Functional? I Need a Good Kitchen, People.
The kitchen... ah, the kitchen. Look, I *love* to cook. It's my therapy (after complaining about the pool, of course). And the kitchen in these apartments... is decent. It's not a Michelin-star chef's dream, but it’s got the basics: a functional stove, a (mostly) reliable refrigerator, enough counter space to chop an onion without feeling like I’m playing Tetris. The cabinets? Solid. Not the cheap, particleboard stuff that crumbles after a year. My BIGGEST complaint? The oven! It took me, like, *three weeks* to figure out how to make a decent roasted chicken. The instructions were in some complicated, non-sensical Indonesian. Finally, after a LOT of trial and error (and a few charred chickens that almost set off the smoke alarm), I cracked the code. Success! And now I have a delicious, somewhat-luxury, roast chicken every Sunday. Which, by the way, is a hell of a lot better than the instant noodles of yesteryear...
What About Noise? Cikarang's Not Exactly Known for Silence. Can You Actually Sleep?
Noise. Oh, the noise. Welcome to Cikarang living! Okay, so, generally, being high up helps. You miss a lot of the street noise. But… there’s always *something*. Construction. Motorcycles. The neighbor's karaoke night (which, let me tell you, has questionable talent). I recommend investing in some noise-canceling headphones. They're my lifeline. I also sleep with earplugs, which, I'll be honest, isn't the sexiest thing, but hey, I need my beauty sleep, right?! Sometimes, on a particularly noisy night, I just give up and start watching Netflix until I pass out from exhaustion. It's a battle, but mostly, it’s survivable. Just… bring earplugs. Seriously.
The Gym - Is It Actually Equipped for a Good Workout? Or Just Some Rusty Equipment?
The Gym. Okay, the gym is... surprisingly decent. They actually have, like, *real* weights. Not the kind that look like they were salvaged from a shipwreck ("luxury", remember?). Treadmills? Check. Ellipticals? Check. A slightly-creepy guy who spends WAY too much time flexing in the mirror? Also, check. (Seriously, though, it's a little weird.) I usually go early in the morning, before the masses descend. That way I get the equipment to myself. And I avoid the overly-zealous mirror-flexer. It's not going to replace my hardcore Crossfit days (haha, kidding, I never did Crossfit!) but it has everything I need to get a decent workout. Just… brace yourself for the mirror-flexing. It's an experience.
Parking? Is It a Nightmare?
Parking... Ah, the eternal struggle. Luckily, the Pollux Chadstone has underground parking, which is a godsend in this heat. The spaces are decent-sized, and *usually* there's a spot available. I did once have to circle for a good 10 minutes on a Saturday afternoon, which made me want to tear my hair out. But generally? It's good. Just don't go home during peak hours, plan your trip. And pray you don't get stuck behind someone trying to parallel park their ridiculously large SUV. My advice: bring a book. And maybe a strong drink.
Overall, Is Living Here Worth It? The Price Tag's Pretty Stiff, You Know?
