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Luxury Redefined: His Majesty's Hotel Accra - My Accra Dream Had Real Problems (But It Still Worked!)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because I just got back from the His Majesty's Hotel in Accra, Ghana, and honestly? I need a vacation from the vacation. But hear me out, because despite a few hiccups (that I'm about to spill the tea on), this place… well, it's got some serious potential. And for some folks, it's gonna be pure heaven. Let’s dive in, shall we?
First things first: Accessibility. Now, I don't have any particular mobility issues, but I always pay attention to this. I’m told the hotel says it's got facilities for disabled guests. That’s a good sign. I didn’t personally experience any problems, but I encourage anyone with specific needs to contact the hotel directly and get precise details. Don't take my word for it; confirm!
Internet Access – Oh, sweet, sweet Wi-Fi. Praise be. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms, and decent Wi-Fi in the public areas? Check and check. I’m a digital nomad, so this is crucial. I didn’t try the Internet [LAN], but the Wi-Fi was pretty solid. I was able to, you know, work – upload big files, do video calls, all the boring stuff that makes a living.
Cleanliness and Safety: Okay, let's talk about the COVID era, because that's… well, it’s still a thing. Here's where His Majesty's tries to shine. They claim to use anti-viral cleaning products, and I did see staff disinfecting common areas daily. They had hand sanitizer EVERYWHERE. They provide individually-wrapped food options (which, honestly, is the new normal, right?). The staff are trained in safety protocol, and they say they sanitize rooms between stays. It looked like they were taking things seriously. Did I personally witness a full-blown, CSI-level sanitization of my room? No, but the impression was good.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Okay, this is where things get interesting. They have multiple restaurants. We're talking a la carte, buffet (though I didn't touch the buffet with a ten-foot pole), and even Asian cuisine (which, let’s be honest, sounds a little… adventurous). They have a bar! Poolside bar, even. I loved the poolside bar. Let me tell you about the poolside bar. I spent a solid afternoon there, sipping something fruity (and probably unhealthy) while staring at the swimming pool. They’ve got happy hour, too. My kind of place.
The food? It was… a mixed bag. The international cuisine was generally pretty good. The breakfast, I think, was an Asian breakfast and Western breakfast, both were decent. But there was a moment of serious disappointment. One night, I ordered a salad. It arrived looking sadder than a stray dog on a rainy day. The lettuce was… well, let's just say it had character. The dressing tasted vaguely of sadness. I gave up and ordered a burger. The burger? Surprisingly good! A testament to the chefs, perhaps, or maybe just the low bar for expectations.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Ah, the good life. They have a fitness center. I saw some people in there looking incredibly fit, and I felt a pang of guilt for all the cocktails I’d consumed. I didn’t go in. They have a spa! A sauna! A steam room! Massage, body scrub, body wrap… the works. I did get a massage, and I’m happy to report that it was heavenly. Completely and utterly glorious. My masseuse, whose name I've unfortunately forgotten (blame the cocktails!), worked out knots I didn’t even know I had. It was worth the price of admission alone. The pool with a view? Magnificent. Definitely Instagram worthy.
Did I mention a foot bath? I didn't try the foot bath, but it seemed like a great idea after all the walking around Accra's bustling streets.
Services and Conveniences: Okay, this is where His Majesty's really shines. They have everything. Air conditioning in public areas and in all rooms. Concierge, daily housekeeping, dry cleaning, elevator, facilities for disabled guests, currency exchange… the list goes on and on. They have a convenience store! This is GOLD. When you forget your toothbrush at 2 am, you are thanking the heavens for the convenience store. They even have a gift shop, perfect for last-minute souvenirs.
Now, let's talk a little about the annoying things. There was a mix-up with my airport transfer. The car was late, and the driver didn't speak English that well. It was a bit stressful after a long flight. Also (and this is picky, I know), the ironing facilities in my room weren’t exactly top-of-the-line. But seriously, these are minor gripes.
For the Kids: They have babysitting service and are family/child friendly. I didn't have any kids with me, but I saw a few families enjoying themselves.
Available in all rooms: So, about the rooms. My room had air conditioning – thank goodness. The bed was comfy, the towels were fluffy, and there was a safe for my valuables. Complimentary tea, coffee maker, and a mini-bar. I had satellite TV, which was good for mindless viewing at the end of a long day. The blackout curtains were essential for sleeping past sunrise! There were minor issues – a couple of things didn’t work perfectly, but overall, the room was comfortable and well-appointed.
Getting Around: They offer airport transfer, car park [free of charge], car park [on-site], and taxi service. Getting around Accra can be… an experience. Having these services available makes life a lot easier.
The Verdict?
Look, His Majesty's Hotel Accra isn't perfect. It's got a few rough edges, and sometimes, things don't go exactly as planned. But overall? I'd recommend it. It's a solid choice for anyone wanting a comfortable and convenient base from which to explore Accra. It's got the amenities, the service is generally good, and the spa is AMAZING (seriously, book yourself a massage!).
Here's the kicker: If you're looking for pure luxury and the perfect experience, you might find a few hiccups. But if you’re willing to embrace a little… chaos, a little imperfection, and a whole lot of Ghanaian hospitality, then His Majesty's is definitely worth considering.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. This is… me, trying to navigate Accra, Ghana, and hopefully not embarrassing myself too spectacularly. Here's what I think I'm doing, interspersed with a healthy dose of doubt, wonder, and the occasional existential crisis fueled by bad coffee.
His Majesty's Hotel, Accra – Or, The Place Where My Vacation Begins (Maybe? Let's See)
Day 1: Arrival, Jet Lag, and the Quest for Decent Internet
- 14:00 (give or take an hour, because let's be real about airport timings): Arrive at Kotoka International Airport. Landed. Survived the flight. I think my luggage is actually with me, which is already a victory. The air hits you like a warm blanket, thick with… something. Not sure what, but it’s there.
- 15:00: Taxi to His Majesty's. The drive is… an adventure. The traffic! Oh, the traffic! A symphony of horns and near misses. Drivers here are either fearless or have a death wish. Or both. I’m holding my breath a lot.
- Anecdote/Imperfection: Okay, driver? Absolutely lovely guy, chatting away in Twi and broken English, and I'm just staring, mostly smiling and nodding. I caught the word "jollof" a few times. I've heard tales. I'm both terrified and intrigued.
- 16:00: Check-in. The lobby is… well, it’s a hotel lobby. Smells like cleaning products and vague ambition. The staff are friendly though, which is a vast improvement over the grumpy baggage handler at JFK, who acted like I was the problem.
- 17:00: The Room. It’s a room. It has a bed. It probably has a bathroom. Amen. But the real quest begins: figuring out the Wi-Fi. Seriously, this is crucial. I have a deadline. I need to Instagram. I need to keep in touch with the real world.
- Quirky Observation: There are these little packets of biscuits on the desk. They scream "hotel breakfast" - the kind you either devour with glee because you're starving, or you leave untouched because you're an adult. Let's see which one I am.
- 17:30-19:00: Fail. The Wi-Fi works, sometimes, then it doesn't. It’s the digital equivalent of quicksand. I'm starting to feel the jet lag. Need… coffee. Strong coffee.
- Emotional Reaction: Right, so my initial optimism about the internet has evaporated. This is a minor catastrophe. I’m now officially grumpy. Okay, maybe I'll just eat those biscuits.
- 19:00: Dinner at the hotel restaurant (convenient, if a little… predictable). Jollof rice. The moment of truth.
- Opinion/Rambles: Okay, so the jollof. It’s… good. Very, very good. I mean, I've eaten worse at Michelin-starred restaurants. But… is it the jollof? The jollof of legends? The jollof that justifies all the hype? The verdict is still out. I need to explore. This is just… the beginning. I think I could eat this every day.
Day 2: Markets, Museums, and the Mystery of the Mosquito
- 08:00 (ish): Wake up. Or, more accurately, become aware the sun is up. Jet lag strikes again.
- 09:00: Breakfast. More biscuits, but surprisingly decent eggs. The hotel coffee is… better than yesterday, but still not what I'd call "life-changing."
- 10:00: Head to the Makola Market. My guide told me to be prepared. I was not.
- Messier Structure: Okay, so, Makola. Wow. The sights, the smells, the energy… it's a sensory explosion. I was overwhelmed, honestly. The vendors were calling out, bargaining was happening, and I just kinda… wandered. I bought a colorful fabric. No idea what I'll do with it, but I had to.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: I saw everything from spices and fabrics to fish heads and… uh… things I couldn't identify. It was chaotic, vibrant, and utterly fascinating. I also got a bit lost. And probably ripped off. But I don't even care. It's amazing.
- 13:00: Lunch (street food. Pray for me). We're in Ghana, so I'm going to try the banku and stew and the kelewele. It's delicious, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure I can feel the spice burning a hole in my tongue and my stomach at the same time.
- 14:00: National Museum of Ghana. Trying to become cultured. Learning some history.
- Opinion/Rambles: Okay, the museum is interesting, but the air conditioning is… not. Not at all. It's hot. Really hot. I'm sweating. I’m a bit cranky. I think I need a cold drink.
- 16:00: Back to the hotel. Nap. Needed it. Jet lag is relentless.
- 18:00: The Mosquito War. This is serious business! I’m convinced there’s a squadron of them lurking in my room. I’m armed with repellent and a death stare, but these little buggers are relentless.
- Quirky Observation: When you try to swat them, they are literally going to laugh in your face. They seem to like me, but I don't like them!
- 19:00: Dinner. Thinking about maybe finding a place with AC.
- 20:00: Okay, I was wrong. The restaurant is now a buffet. I'm full up.
Day 3: The Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum, More Jollof, and Letting Go (Maybe?)
- 09:00: Make a mental note to figure out this Wi-Fi issue. Again.
- 10:00: Visit the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum and Memorial Park. A powerful place, full of history and… pigeons. Lots and lots of pigeons.
- Doubling Down on an Experience: Walking around the Mausoleum was an experience. The air was heavy with the weight of history, and as I walked the grounds, I could feel myself becoming emotional. I tried to imagine what the people must have felt. It's hard to understand everything, but this is a powerful place.
- 12:00: Lunch. Research time for jollof and street food.
- 14:00: More jollof! I got my jollof. Then I got more. It started to feel like an obsession, I wouldn't stop until I found the perfect ingredients. I think I may need to take a break.
- 16:00: Letting Go! The WiFi is rubbish, but the people feel open to the world. Feeling the feeling of letting go…
The Rest of the Trip: TBD. Honestly, it's all a bit of a blur. I'm learning. I'm exploring. I'm probably making a fool of myself on a daily basis. But I’m also enjoying myself. And that, I think, is the most important thing. Wish me luck… and maybe send me more mosquito repellent.
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Luxury Redefined: His Majesty's Hotel Accra - FAQs (Because Let's Face It, We Need Them!)
Okay, okay, His Majesty’s. Sounds fancy. Is it *really* worth the hype? The Insta-glam looked... well, perfect. Did it feel like that?
Alright, let's be honest, I went in *expecting* to feel like royalty and, well, sometimes I did. Other times? Not so much. The Instagram pics? Yeah, they’re stunning. The reality? A little… human. Like, that first time I walked into the lobby? WHOA. Marble floors, the air smelled of something expensive and elusive, and a chandelier you could probably hang a small car from. Pure wow. But… then I noticed a tiny smudge on one of the marble pillars. A tiny *smudge*. Suddenly, I was hyper-aware of everything. Was this going to crumble under the pressure of my expectations?
Actually, it felt more like getting a really, really well-meaning but slightly eccentric relative to host my vacation. It was *special*, but not without its quirks.
The Rooms: Spill the Tea! King-sized beds? Balconies? What’s the *real* lowdown?
Okay, the rooms. The beds? Yes, king-sized, and dreamy. I sunk into mine like I was being swallowed by a cloud made of goose feathers and pure joy (or maybe a slight allergy, hard to tell). Balconies? Yep, glorious balconies overlooking… sometimes the pool, sometimes the city. One time, my balcony view was mostly the back of a very enthusiastic air conditioning unit.
And the bathroom? Oh, the bathroom! Rainfall showerhead? Check. Luxurious toiletries? Check. Enough space to do cartwheels? ...Mostly. Okay maybe the cartwheels are a stretch, but it was pretty darn spacious. My *one* complaint? The lighting. So dimly lit sometimes, I felt like I was starring in a noir film. I tripped over my suitcase *twice* on the first night. Learned my lesson, though. iPhone flashlight to the rescue every time.
The Food! The Restaurants! Is it all just… pretentious plates of tiny, expensive portions?
Okay, food. Deep breaths. Pretentious plates? Not *entirely*. But yes, there *were* moments. Like, one time I swear I spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to eat a tiny foam sphere without looking like a complete buffoon. The waiter just smiled knowingly. I think it was a test. I failed.
But then! There were the other restaurants, the more relaxed ones. I devoured incredible jollof rice, the kind that makes you close your eyes and moan with pleasure (apologies to my fellow diners). Fantastic grilled fish, too. The breakfast buffet? Pure, glorious chaos. Omelette stations, mountains of fruit, and enough pastries to give you a sugar rush that would last for a week. That was my happy place, to be honest. That was where I felt truly regal – piling my plate high and not judging myself one bit.
The Pool and Spa: Did you, you know, *actually* relax? Or just stress about looking relaxed?
The pool? Gorgeous. The spa? Heavenly. Relax? Now, that's a complicated question. My first spa experience... Well, picture me, awkwardly shuffling into a robe that was clearly designed for someone a foot taller than me. The massage? Wonderful, until I realized the masseuse kept giggling. Turns out I was making a very loud snorting sound when she hit a particularly tense spot. Mortifying! Still, I can't deny it was a good massage.
The pool? Much easier. Sun, water, maybe a cocktail or two… I finally, *finally,* managed to let go of the stress of trying to look perfect. Though, there was that one moment when I almost knocked over a waiter carrying a tray of drinks. Note to self: don't try to sunbathe *and* answer emails.
Service: Was it flawless, like in the movies? Or were there… hiccups?
Flawless? Nope. But that's what made it endearing. The staff were always eager to please, always smiling. There were moments of pure brilliance. Like the time the concierge went above and beyond to find a lost item for me (a very important bottle opener. Don’t ask.). But... there were hiccups. Small ones, like forgotten drink orders. Or slightly mixed-up room service deliveries (who doesn't want a pizza with their morning coffee, anyway?).
Overall, the service was... human. A little rough around the edges sometimes, but full of heart. And that, I think, is the Ghanaian way, right? Warm, friendly, and always willing to go the extra mile, even if it takes a few tries.
Location, Location, Location! Is it actually convenient for getting around Accra?
The location is decent. It’s not right in the thick of things, but it's not a pain to get around. Taxis were easy to find, and the hotel staff were helpful in arranging transportation. There were a couple of times I sat stuck in Accra traffic, which can be… legendary. But hey, that's part of Accra's charm, isn't it? Gives you time to people-watch! And the hotel itself felt like an oasis from the hustle and bustle. So, a good balance, I'd say.
The Price Tag: Was it worth the splurge?
Okay, the big question. The price. This is where things get a little… wobbly. It's not cheap, let’s be clear on that. But was it worth it? Hmm. It depended on the day, on the meal, on whether or not some stranger bumped into me on the street causing me to spill my drink and ruin my perfect dress (it happened).
But… the experience? The moments of pure bliss? (And, let's be honest, the opportunity to feel just a *little* bit fancy for a few days?). Yeah, I think it was. It's a memory I value. Plus, I'm still using those luxurious toiletries. My skin has never been happier.
Would you go back? Seriously?
Absolutely, I would. Quirks and all. I’d go back just for the breakfast buffet, if I'm honest. Or maybe just to sit by the pool and pretend I'm a celebrity. The imperfections? They were what made it memorable. And, let’s face it, life's too short to not be a little bit pampered. So yeah, His Majesty’s, you've got me. You've *mostly* got me. Just… maybe work on those dimly lit bathrooms, yeah? And the foam spheres. Seriously, what are thoseLuxury Stay Blog
