Yogyakarta Airport Getaway: Omah Candi Sari - My Love/Hate Affair with a RedDoorz! (And Why You Should Probably Book It)

Okay, so let's be real. Choosing a hotel near Yogyakarta Airport can feel like wandering through a rice paddy in the dark – you're pretty sure you'll eventually find your way, but you're also bracing for a surprise. Thankfully, my recent stay at Omah Candi Sari, a RedDoorz property promised a bit of a leg up. And, well, it delivered… mostly. Let's dive in, shall we? Prepare for a messy, opinionated, honest review – the kind you’d get after a few cups of Javanese kopi…

First Impression: Accessibility and the "Oh, Honey" Moment

Right off the bat, accessibility. This is huge for me. I booked this because I had family visiting, and the thought of dragging suitcases and grumpy teenagers through a maze of stairs post-flight gave me hives. Omah Candi Sari’s airport transfer? Gold. Pure gold. They literally whisked us away from the arrivals hall, which, after a long flight, feels like a minor miracle. (Airport transfer: YES. Accessibility score: Solid 8/10). They also had an elevator – crucial. Now, the lift itself? Think "vintage charm"… or maybe "slightly creaky." But it worked! And that’s really what matters, right? The front desk was manned 24/7, crucial after our flight was delayed. (Front desk [24-hour]: Check!) They were friendly, but this isn't a Four Seasons. Think of it as friendly, but a little bit… less polished. This isn’t a bad thing! It’s got character. I will admit, when I saw the exterior corridor, I had a minor "oh, honey" moment of internal judgement. This is no palace, it’s a straight up utilitarian hotel.

The Room: Clean Comfort and the Mystery of the Bathtub Phone

Okay, the rooms! For starters, air conditioning? Check. Essential in the Yogya heat. The Wi-Fi? Free and available in all rooms, baby! I mean, for the price, it's practically criminal not to have it. The room itself was…clean. Let's emphasize clean. Rooms sanitized between stays? Looks like it! This is a huge point right now, and I appreciated the effort. There were non-smoking rooms, thank the heavens. Thank you too for the extra long bed after the flight. The decor? …Let’s call it “functional elegance.” Nothing fancy, but perfectly acceptable. The blackout curtains saved the day after some serious jet lag. And, blessedly, a mirror and desk (which I used mostly to eat instant noodles at 2 AM). (Internet access – wireless: Check! Complimentary tea? Double-check!)

And the bathroom? Well, here’s where things got…interesting. The separate shower/bathtub was a treat. And the bathtub phone? Seriously? Who uses a bathtub phone anymore?! It felt hilariously dated, like something out of a 1980s movie. But you know what? I tried it! It didn't work, which only made it funnier. (Bathroom phone: Still, quirky. Didn’t work) (Private bathroom: Check!)

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Buffet Battle and the Elusive Western Breakfast

Breakfast. Ah, breakfast. The make-or-break meal, especially after a long flight. **Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant: ** Yes, they had it. But my advice? Lower your expectations. It was…adequate. The Asian breakfast was there, which is a good thing in Indonesia, but the Western breakfast selections were… scarce. I think I saw some sad-looking sausages and limp bacon. I wouldn't say it’s a delight, but it fills a hole. The coffee shop offered decent coffee to save the day. (Coffee/tea in restaurant: Check!)

There was a restaurant – but it wasn’t exactly a foodie destination. The Happy hour started early, which is a plus. The poolside bar did offer some delicious drinks that I highly recommend.

Things to Do, Ways to Relax: Spa Dreams Dashed (But the Pool…!)

Alright, the "relax" aspect! I booked this hotel primarily because of its swimming pool, and that, friends, was the saving grace of the whole experience! The pool was magnificent and offered a Pool with view. It was the exact thing I needed after the stress of the airport and a 15-hour flight.

As for the spa… Well, the website touted a spa. A lovely, relaxing spa. My inner goddess was ready for a massage and maybe a Body scrub! But sadly, the "spa" felt somewhat… non-existent. (Spa: Sadly, non-existent.) But at least I could enjoy the pool, right? There was a Gym/fitness which I did not try, because, travel. Things to do, ways to relax, Swimming pool [outdoor]: checkmate!

Cleanliness and Safety: The New Normal – And Omah Candi Sari’s Take

Okay, let's talk about safety in the era of… well, everything. I was relieved to see the emphasis on cleanliness. They had Anti-viral cleaning products? Daily disinfection in common areas? Check and check. There was Hand sanitizer everywhere, which is always a plus. They also had staff trained in safety protocol, which made me feel a little more comfortable. They also have First aid kit. And despite the minor inconveniences, I felt safe.

Services and Conveniences: The Essentials, Mostly

The hotel offers a range of services, including Daily housekeeping, which was consistent. Laundry service? Check. Luggage storage? Check. They had the basics covered. There was even a Cash withdrawal service.

For the Kids: Family Friendly, But Plan Accordingly The hotel is Family/child friendly overall, but the kids' facilities are pretty basic. There is a Babysitting service available.

The Emotional Verdict: Worth It? Absolutely. But… Manage Your Expectations.

Look, Omah Candi Sari isn't a luxury resort. It's a comfortable, convenient, and affordable option near Yogyakarta Airport. It's perfect if you need a place to crash after a long flight, recharge, and explore the city. It's got its quirks and imperfections. But, the price point, location, and its commitment to safety and cleanliness mean you get a good offering.

Would I stay there again? Yep. Probably. Especially if I was looking for an easy airport experience. And honestly, the pool alone is worth the price of admission!

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RedDoorz at Omah Candi Sari near Airport YIA Yogyakarta Indonesia

Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average travel plan. This is… well, this is my attempt to survive Yogyakarta, Indonesia, starting from the relative sanity of RedDoorz at Omah Candi Sari, near the YIA airport. And trust me, sanity is a very loose term in my vocabulary.

The Yogyakarta Yarn: A RedDoorz Rampage (and likely, a meltdown or two)

Day 1: Arrival & Existential Dread (aka, "Why Did I Book This?")

8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: The flight from… wherever I flew from… (details foggy; pre-coffee, pre-everything, pretty sure my socks are mismatched) lands at YIA. The air hits me like a warm, humid slap in the face. Instantly, I’m covered in a sheen of delightful [sarcasm] perspiration. “Welcome to Indonesia!” says the universe, and I instantly regret every single life choice leading me to this moment.
9:00 AM - 9:30 AM: Airport chaos. The beautiful chaos of it. It's all a whirlwind of smiles, gesturing hands, and people trying to sell you… everything. I manage to (somehow) locate an official-looking taxi. The driver immediately attempts to convince me to buy a SIM card. "No, thank you, I am perfectly fine with my existing crippling wifi dependency thank you very much."
- Quirky Observation: The ubiquitous smell of clove cigarettes. Seriously, it's like air freshener for the gods, or maybe just the gods who really like a good nicotine buzz.
9:30 AM - 10:00 AM: The taxi ride. Oh, the taxi ride! Google Maps tells me it's a short trip to Omah Candi Sari. The driver, however, seems to have other ideas, weaving through traffic like a caffeinated caffeinator. I’m simultaneously admiring his skills and praying to every deity I can think of.
10:00 AM - 10:30 AM (ish): Check-in at RedDoorz. The reception is…minimalist. By which I mean a table and a slightly bored-looking person behind it. The room key feels flimsy, which does nothing to instill confidence. The AC, thankfully, works. I have to remind myself that it could be worse, I could be sleeping in a swamp. But then I realize I have no mosquito repellent, so I'm still screwed.
10:30 AM - 12:00 PM: Room Reconnaissance & Existential Crisis. The room… is a room. Cleanish, I think. A small bed, a tiny television (no chance of English channels, I'm guessing), and a vaguely damp smell. I unpack, or rather, I attempt to unpack. My suitcase is a disaster zone. My internal monologue is a disaster zone. I consider just staying in bed all day. Several times.
- Emotional Reaction: A wave of pure, unadulterated exhaustion. The jet lag is starting to hit. That and I feel like I have forgotten to breath for the last 3 hours. "Am I too old for this?" I wonder, while staring at my reflection in the mostly clean mirror.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch. MUST get out of the room. I venture out, stomach rumbling like a disgruntled volcano. I find a nearby warung (local eatery) and attempt to order. My Indonesian is non-existent, so I point at something that looks… promising. It turns out to be nasi goreng, which is, blessedly, delicious. That's what I need right now. This small victory does a lot to improve my mood.
1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Rest. I'm not a nap person, but my body is definitely suggesting a full shutdown. I decide to take a light nap, in other words, a coma for an hour, nothing less.
2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: Exploring the Nearby Area. The plan was to hit Prambanan temple. But the thought of temples, heat and crowds is just too much. Instead, I just go for a walk, and get lost. I stumble upon a local market. The sights, sounds, and smells… are overwhelming. I buy a strange-looking fruit that tastes like a cross between a mango and a slightly sweaty sock. My taste buds are confused, but hey, experience, right?
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Back at the RedDoorz. I sit by the "pool," which is a small, very clean pool, and try again to get some work done, or maybe just read. But the internet is sporadic, and all I can manage is playing a mobile game and feeling vaguely guilty about not doing anything productive with my life.
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Dinner and sunset. Find some street food, enjoy the stunning sunset.
7:00 PM - Bedtime: Collapse. Hopefully, sleep comes quickly. Praying for a non-waking nightmare, and for my body to adjust to the time change.

Day 2: Temples and Terrifying Transportation

8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: Early start (for me, at least). Breakfast. The hotel breakfast is… basic. Scrambled eggs, toast, instant coffee. Fuel for the day, as they say.
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: The Prambanan Pilgrimage! Okay, I'm going for it. I hire a driver (because I'm still terrified of scooters) and head to Prambanan, the sprawling Hindu temple complex. The sheer scale of it is breathtaking. I wander through the intricate carvings, pretending I understand anything about Hindu mythology. The heat is intense, and I'm instantly sweating again. I find a shady spot and, with a sigh, I attempt to absorb the beauty.
- Doubling Down: The temple complex is magnificent, but it also feels like a gauntlet. Tour groups everywhere, jostling for the perfect photo. I find myself dodging selfie sticks and trying to appreciate the moment, which is proving harder than expected. The sheer volume of the experience started to get to me.
- Quirky Observation: The number of hawkers selling everything under the sun. I get bombarded, I give them the usual "no, terima kasih" - which in my case may not be understood, and then I realize I'm starting to sound like I'm being rude.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Lunch near Prambanan. More nasi goreng, more deliciousness. I'm starting to see a pattern in my life.
1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Return to RedDoorz. I just want a cold shower. And possibly to never see another temple again.
2:00 PM - 4:00 PM: I spend the afternoon hiding in my room, attempting to read and fighting the urge to order pizza. It is so hot. I feel like a wilted lettuce leaf.
4:00 PM - 6:00 PM: Time to step outside again and try to find something. This time, I go to a traditional Indonesian market, just to check out the place. The smells and sounds are incredible, the merchants, so inviting. I buy something I can't identify (probably an ingredient that will make my digestive system revolt)
6:00 PM - 7:00 PM: Back to the Omah Candi Sari at RedDoorz.
7:00 PM - Bedtime: Collapse. Wondering if I ever want to travel again.

Day 3: The (Maybe) Final Day

8:00 AM - 9:00 AM: My last breakfast at RedDoorz. Feeling a little less overwhelmed than yesterday. Small victories
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: Check out and head to the airport, reflecting on my mini-adventure.
12:00 PM - 1:00 PM: Final glance at Yogyakarta from the airport and final check of your luggage.
1:00 PM - 2:00 PM: Boarding the flight.

General Notes & Ramblings (Because I Can):

Transportation: The scooters. Dear God, the scooters. They are everywhere. I am terrified of them. I will likely take taxis and be judged for it. But safety first, right? Right?
Food: I will probably eat a lot of nasi goreng. And maybe try to be more adventurous. Maybe.
Language: My Indonesian is nonexistent. I will rely heavily on smiles, pointing, and Google Translate. Wish me luck.
Adaptation: Expect the unexpected. And also expect to sweat a lot. Embrace the mess. This is my mantra.
The Verdict: I'm ready to go home.

This is my travel plan. It’s messy, it’s probably not that helpful, and it's entirely

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