Unbelievable Carlos Residence: Your Dream Baguio Escape Awaits!
Unbelievable Carlos Residence: Baguio Bliss? Let's Dive In (Seriously, It's a LOT!)
Okay, so you're thinking Baguio, right? Fresh air, pine trees, that crisp mountain chill… and somewhere to actually enjoy it. Unbelievable Carlos Residence has been popping up in my feeds, promising the dream Baguio escape. So, I took the plunge. (Spoiler alert: it's a lot to unpack.)
(Disclaimer: My stay was in peak season. Your mileage will vary.)
First off, the accessibility thing is a biggie for a review like this. While they've got "facilities for disabled guests", the devil's in the details, and I didn't personally test it. I did see an elevator, which is a HUGE plus in Baguio. But, honestly, from what I could tell, navigating some of the terrain around the hotel might be a bit… tricky. Get in touch with them directly – specifically about your needs. Don't just assume.
Let's get down to the nitty-gritty: Rooms!
My room was… well, okay. The "Unbelievable" part might be a stretch, but it was definitely comfortable. Let's be real - the free Wi-Fi in the room was a godsend. I mean, who goes to Baguio to disconnect completely? (Well, maybe some people.) And yes, you get free Wi-Fi in all areas! It's a decent connection too - I was able to binge-watch a show without having to call the front desk. The air conditioning was a nice touch (even though Baguio's usually chilly!), but the blackout curtains were AMAZING. Seriously, after a long day of roaming around, you need those. Plus, the room had a desk, which was perfect because I still needed to do a little work. The complimentary tea was a nice touch. And the bathrobes, oh the bathrobes. Pure, fluffy bliss. Other goodies included free bottled water (essential!), a hairdryer (thank goodness!), a mini bar (tempting!), and an in-room safe (always appreciated!). Daily housekeeping kept everything neat and tidy, too.
Amenities Galore (Are They Really Unbelievable?)
This is where it gets… complicated. They boast SO. MUCH. STUFF. Think of it as a buffet of relaxation, and whether you get your fill depends on your expectations and when you go!
- Spa & Relaxation: They claim to have a spa, and massage options. (Important note: I didn't actually use this, folks. Time constraints, you know?) The thought of a body wrap or a body scrub after a long day of exploring? Sounds heavenly. There's a sauna, a steam room, and a foot bath. I hope they’re all open and operational; don't assume anything.
- Pool: They have an outdoor swimming pool. And it's supposedly a pool with a view. (Again, I didn't swim, but the view from the hotel was nice, so… fingers crossed!)
- Fitness: A fitness center is available. The reviews on this feature are mixed, so I suggest you check it during your stay since I did not want to get myself worked up on a staycation.
The Food Scene: A Culinary Adventure? (Or Just Fuel?)
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Okay, this is where things got… interesting.
- Restaurants and Bars: The hotel has restaurants! Count 'em! There's a poolside bar, a coffee shop, and apparently it caters to Asian cuisine and International cuisine. I heard breakfast [buffet] is served. You can also order room service [24-hour].
- Food Quality: But here's the real truth: the food left me feeling slightly… underwhelmed. The Asian breakfast was decent, but nothing to write home about. The Western breakfast was… well, it filled a hole. The coffee? Let's just say, I ventured off-site for my caffeine fix. The happy hour was tempting, but I wanted to explore. I suggest going for the bottle of water.
- Other Options: They had salad in restaurant, soup in restaurant, and a desserts in restaurant. I didn't try any of these.
Speaking of which, let's get one thing straight: Hygiene Certification and Safety! Okay, they talk a big game about safety. They've got all the buzzwords: "Anti-viral cleaning products", "Daily disinfection in common areas", "Individually-wrapped food options", "Staff trained in safety protocol", "Sanitized kitchen and tableware items". But… and I'm saying this with a grain of salt, but I still felt like there were some things I didn't fully trust. The staff trained in safety protocol was there, and they were nice! They had hand sanitizer everywhere. The safe dining setup looked okay. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Mostly. But it's Baguio. People are everywhere. I think they are doing the best they can.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- The Good: Really good: Daily housekeeping, concierge service, luggage storage, and 24-hour front desk, car park [free of charge]! They also had a convenience store, which was handy for snacks. The elevator made everything easier.
- The Quirks: The currency exchange was available (but I didn’t use it); laundry service and dry cleaning were there, too.
For the Kids (and the Kid in You!)
The hotel touts itself as family/child friendly, and they have babysitting service but I didn't take advantage of this one.
Getting Around:
Airport transfer is available, but since Baguio is a small city, you can take a taxi service. Parking is available to guests as well, which is great!
The Unbelievable (and the Not-So-Much): My Personal Take
So, is Unbelievable Carlos Residence truly "Unbelievable?" Honestly? No, not consistently. But it's good. It's definitely a solid choice for Baguio.
My Quirky Anecdote:
Here's a moment that sums it up: I was chilling in my room, finally unwinding after a long day, ready to order room service. The menu in the room was… extensive. Like, too extensive. I spent twenty minutes flipping through it, overwhelmed. Then, I went down to the restaurant and enjoyed a meal. The food I had at the restaurant was… alright. And on the way back, I wanted a dessert!
My Unbelievable Offer
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Why Book Now?
Baguio gets CROWDED, especially during the cooler months. Unbelievable Carlos Residence offers a comfortable base for exploring the city, with all the conveniences you need. But don't arrive expecting perfection. Expect a solid stay, with moments of pure relaxation. Be prepared to do some extra planning for the food and spa stuff. Embrace the imperfections. And most importantly, embrace Baguio's unique charm!
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(P.S. Pack layers. Baguio weather is unpredictable!)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is my Baguio adventure, coming straight from the chaotic, beautiful mess that is my brain. And it all starts… at Carlos Residence. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.
Baguio Babble - A Resident's Ramblings (Carlos Residence Edition)
Day 1: Arrival and Altitude Anxiety (aka "Why Do I Even Bother?")
- Morning (7:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Flight from Manila delayed. Surprise surprise. Spent the layover chain-smoking and contemplating my life choices. Seriously, why did I agree to this? Baguio sounded romantic on paper, all pine trees and crisp air. Now? I'm convinced I'm going to melt in the humidity.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Arrived at Carlos Residence. Holy moly, the air! It is crisp! And cold. Like, bone-chilling cold. The residence? Charming, in a slightly ramshackled kind of way. Think "vintage charm" with a healthy dose of "questionable plumbing." The owner, Carlos (or maybe it's his brother? I can't keep track), greeted us with a warm smile and what sounded like a lifetime supply of "Welcome to Baguio!" I'm already exhausted.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Settling into my room. It's small, but the view… well, it's a tree. Lots and lots of green, leafy trees. My first emotional reaction? Pure, unadulterated "meh." Then: "Okay, chill, just chill." unpacking, trying to find the hairdryer (always important). Realized I forgot my good shampoo. Ugh, hotel shampoo it is.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a local restaurant a stone's throw from the Carlos Residence. The food? Not bad, but the altitude is doing something to my appetite. Feeling a little lightheaded. Ate a little too much, and a little too fast. Maybe I’m coming down with something… I’m never ready for a new climate, it seems.
Day 2: Session Road Shenanigans and Strawberry Fields Forever (and a Serious Case of Tourist Trap Fatigue)
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Session Road. The famed Session Road. Holy hell, it's busy. Like, Manila-level busy, except with a distinct pine-tree scent. Dodged jeepneys, gawked at the street vendors hawking everything from ukay-ukay finds (secondhand clothing--gotta love the Philippines) to questionable street food. Bought a bag of chicharon (fried pork rinds--pure bliss, and terrible for me). Regretting the chicharon an hour later.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): A trek out to the Strawberry Farm. It's… strawberries. Rows and rows of strawberries. Cute, I guess. The real fun? Buying strawberry everything. Strawberry jam, strawberry ice cream, strawberry taho (silken tofu drink with strawberry syrup). My sugar levels are through the roof. My wallet? Not so much. Did I mention the vendors? Oh, lord, the vendors. I feel like I’ve been targeted for a tourist trap.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Exploring the local market. Sensory overload, in the best way. The smells, the colors, the sheer organized chaos. Managed to haggle down the price of a knitted beanie that looks like a particularly grumpy alpaca. Worth it.
- Evening (7:00 PM - 10:00 PM): Dinner at a restaurant. Tried some local dishes. Still feeling that altitude situation. Ordered a strong gin and tonic for medicinal purposes. Maybe I'm just homesick? Okay, definitely homesick.
- Late Night: I have this weird sense of a lonely traveler.
Day 3: Mine's View Park and the Great Burnham Park Debacle (or "When Parks Attack")
- Morning (9:00 AM - 11:00 AM): Mine's View Park. The view is stunning, truly. You actually feel like you're floating – or at least, the lightheadedness makes you think you're floating. The problem? The crowds. It's like everyone in Baguio decided to be at the same viewpoint as me. Managed to snag a photo with a dog wearing a sombrero. Pure gold. Briefly considered stealing the dog.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Burnham Park. Ah, the idyllic Burnham Park. Or, as I now call it, "The Lake of Existential Dread." Rented a boat. It was supposed to be romantic. It turned out to be a struggle. My partner and I are rowing in circles, bumping into other boats, and generally looking incompetent. The water smells vaguely of moss and despair. Eventually, gave up and ate street food on the sidewalk.
- Afternoon (4:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Headed back to the residence because… I just need to go back. Need to rest and think about my life.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Decided to try some local street food. Some of it's good. Some of it's… not.
Day 4: The Art Scene and a Desperate Plea for Wifi (aka "Please, Someone, Rescue Me")
- Morning (10:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Visited the BenCab Museum. Art is cool. Especially when you are alone to process all the beauty. Found all the other people were a bit too much, so I went back to Carlos Residence, which is my safe space.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Desperately searching for decent wifi. Carlos Residence's wifi is… well, let's just say it's a metaphor for my dwindling hopes and dreams. Went to a café. The coffee was good. The wifi was… adequate. Finally managed to upload a photo to Instagram. It's the little victories.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Just went back to the residence to rest.
- Evening (7:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner.
Day 5: Departure and a Promise to Return (Maybe, Probably Not)
- Morning (7:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Woke up feeling surprisingly… okay. Maybe the altitude finally got used to me. Maybe.
- Morning (9:00 AM - 11:00 AM): Packing. Trying to squeeze those alpaca and strawberry souvenirs into my suitcase. Realized I haven't bought anything to remember my trip.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 1:00 PM): Checked out of Carlos Residence. Gave Carlos a hug (he seems like a nice guy). Said goodbye to my room with the view of the trees.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM - 4:00 PM): On the bus back to Manila. Contemplating my life. Did I enjoy Baguio? Sort of. Would I go back? Maybe, in a few years, when I need to be reminded of my limitations.
Final Thoughts:
Baguio is beautiful. Baguio is chaotic. Baguio is exhausting. Baguio is… well, I’m glad I went. It was an experience, alright. And Carlos Residence? It's a place with character. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a shower and a nap. And maybe a therapist.
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Unbelievable Carlos Residence: Your Dream Baguio Escape... or is it? The Truth (and the Rambles!)
Okay, so... what *is* this place, Unbelievable Carlos Residence, anyway? Is it even *real*?
Real? Oh, it's REAL alright! So real, I spent a whole week there, and I'm still pretty sure I left a sock... somewhere. It's basically a rental house in Baguio, promising all sorts of cozy vibes and mountain air. Think Instagram-worthy fireplaces, maybe a swing set, and sweeping views. Whether it *delivers* on all that... well, that's where the "unbelievable" part comes in, I think.
Look, the pictures are lovely. *Too* lovely, maybe? I mean, have you ever tried getting that perfect shot of an Airbnb? It's an Olympic sport. You're contorting yourself into a pretzel, dodging rogue dust bunnies, and whispering sweet nothings to the sun to get the lighting right. So, yeah, it's a real place. Expectation management is key.
I'll also say this – Baguio itself is pretty *real*. Traffic, crowds, and that glorious, crisp air that makes you want to eat everything in sight. So, even if the Carlos Residence wasn't *exactly* like the photos, you're still in Baguio! (Unless the photos *were* taken in some pristine, digital Baguio I've yet to see. In which case, I'm moving there.)
How's the location? Is it, you know, near anything good?
This is where things get... interesting. The location is... *Baguio*. Which, depending on your perspective, is a plus or a minus. I'm talking, *some* places are awesome, other places... well, let's just say you're going to be spending a good portion of your time in a car. It’s not like you can just stroll to Session Road for a gourmet meal (unless you’re a marathon runner with the patience of a saint).
We were told it was "close" to Burnham Park. "Close" in Baguio time, apparently, meaning "a solid 20-30 minutes of bumper-to-bumper glory." But hey, at least you get to see the sights! Like, the same taillights in excruciating detail for the duration of the trip.
On the plus side, it was relatively quiet. Which, when you're trying to escape the city, is a definite win. Unless you define quiet as "the sound of your own existential dread echoing in the vastness of the mountains." (Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic. The air was, however, stunning.)
Tell me about the inside. The rooms, the amenities, the *vibe*...
Alright, the inside... This is where I start getting all, "Okay, here's the *truth*..." The decor? Definitely has character. Let's say that. I mean, they *tried* to achieve that "rustic chic" aesthetic. Think exposed brick, a fireplace (functional!), and a LOT of wood. It's cozy, sure. Maybe TOO cozy.
The rooms? Comfortable enough. Clean-ish. I mean, I'm not a germaphobe, but I *did* spend a significant amount of time inspecting the sheets when I first got there. (Don't judge me! I'm a light sleeper!) The bathrooms... functional. The water got hot, eventually. That's a big win in Baguio, honestly.
The fireplace? Oh, that fireplace! It was the *selling point* for me. Image in my head: me, snuggled up, a book, a cup of something warm... Reality: battling smoke inhalation for an hour before giving up and just watching Netflix. We later found out it needed a good chimney cleaning.
The "vibe"...? It's trying really hard. It wants to be a mountain retreat. It's got the *bones*. But sometimes, it felt like it was trying *too* hard to be Instagram-worthy. Like, there's a fine line between "charming" and "a little bit… much."
What was the best part? The *worst* part? Be honest!
Okay, honest time. The best part? The *air*. That crisp, clean Baguio air. It's worth the trip alone. I swear, I could *breathe* again. The feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle. Those occasional moments when you almost forgot you were still in contact with reality. That, and the fireplace, when it *actually* worked.
The *worst* part? Ugh, get ready. I'm going to be dramatic here. The worst part was... *definitely* the traffic getting *to* the place. Seriously, it was a test of human endurance. It’s like they put a giant magnet on Baguio and drew all the cars from the entire island into its streets. We were stuck in traffic for what felt like HOURS.
And, okay, maybe I'll admit it, the lack of a decent coffee maker was a serious blow. Baguio is a coffee haven, you know? To be stuck with instant coffee was... a tragedy. I think I was a little cranky for three days straight.
But hey, the view was amazing. Truly. I just wanted to get rid of all the cars blocking it, so I could enjoy the view peacefully.
Would you go back to Unbelievable Carlos Residence? Be brutally honest!
Brutally honest? Hmm... That's a tough one. Knowing what I know now? Probably.
Look, Baguio is worth it. And the Carlos Residence, despite its flaws, had its charm. It's a place to *be* with people. To laugh, to eat, to complain about the traffic, to admire the view (when you can see it), and to create memories.
Would I set my expectations a little lower? Absolutely. Would I bring my own coffee maker? YOU BET. Would I pack earplugs? Maybe.
But, the answer is, it *was* unbelievable—just in its own, slightly chaotic, occasionally frustrating, ultimately endearing way. So, yeah, I'd probably go back. Maybe. Ask me again after a week of traffic. Or after I find my missing sock...
