Mysore's Palace Views: Luxury Awaits at Hotel MB International
The [Hotel Name] Saga: A Review That's Probably Too Honest (and Hopefully Helpful)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because I’m about to spill the tea, the coffee, and maybe a little bit of my own clumsy self onto this review of the [Hotel Name]. This isn't your slick, corporate brochure kind of write-up. This is raw, real, and probably riddled with typos because… well, I'm human. And let's be honest, a little bit of chaos makes life more interesting.
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Alright, Let's Dive In (and Pray I Don't Drown in Detail):
First impressions? Well, the lobby was… grand. Like, you know, one of those "wow, I hope I don't accidentally touch anything expensive" kind of grand. Instantly, I was overwhelmed. Which is exactly how I felt.
Accessibility (The Most Important Bits, IMHO):
- Wheelchair Accessible: This is HUGE. Because honestly, I’m not a wheelchair user, but it tells you a lot about a place's ethos. [Hotel Name] ticks the box. From what I could see (and I did a decent inspection - I have trust issues), it seemed genuinely accessible. Elevators were plentiful, the public areas seemed wide and navigable. I didn't see any narrow entrances, or impossibly steep ramps, which is a major win! But (and there's always a "but"), it's impossible for me to fully assess this since I'm not in a wheelchair. So, while I can't be 100% certain, it looked fantastic. Kudos! (But if you are a wheelchair user, please leave a comment and tell me your experience! It's crucial!)
- Facilities for disabled guests: This is a pretty vague term. From what I observed it was doing okay, again, I am more of a visual learner.
On-Site Bliss (and the Occasional Hiccup):
Restaurants/Lounges: Okay, let's talk chow. There were restaurants. Plural. Which is always a good start. I couldn't get to every single one, but the ones I did were… diverse. More on that later. (And yes, they're all accessible. No secret stairs for the "non-wheelchair-using elite" here, thank god).
Internet Access: WiFi? Check. Free WiFi in all rooms? Double-check! I'm a digital nomad at heart, so this is crucial. And… it worked! Fast, reliable, didn't drop out at the worst possible moment (looking at you, dodgy hotel WiFi of the past!). LAN internet was also available, for those people who enjoy plugging a cable in like it's the 90s. No judgment here, friends.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Oh, boy, did they try.
- Pool with View: Yes, yes, YES! This was the highlight. The pool area had a view that could melt the grumpiest tourist. Pure bliss. I spent a good chunk of my time there, alternating between languid floating and frantic photo-snapping.
- Spa/Sauna/Steam Room/Body Scrub/Body Wrap/Massage: Okay, I went once. I usually steer clear of spas, but the allure was too strong. The massage was… good? Not life-changing. But good. The sauna was a delightful sweat-fest. The steam room? My glasses fogged up instantly, which made for a really disorienting (but hilarious) experience trying to find the door. Body wrap? No comment.
- Fitness Center/Gym/Fitness: I peeked in. Lots of machines. I’m not a gym person, so I basically gave it a cursory glance and scurried back to the pool.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking (Prepare for Rambles): This is where things get… interesting.
- Restaurants (Again!): A la carte, buffet, Asian, Western, Vegetarian… You name it, they (probably) had it. The breakfast buffet was… a thing. A glorious, overwhelming, carb-laden thing. I'm talking mountains of pastries, an omelet station where the chef looked mildly terrified (which I appreciated, because same), and more fruit than I could possibly eat in a week.
- Breakfast in Room: Available. Because sometimes, you just need to nurse a hangover in the privacy of your own room, am I right?
- Room Service [24-hour]: This is a hotel's best friend in the middle of the night. Just don't expect Michelin-star quality at 3 AM.
- Poolside Bar: Essential. For cocktails, for snacks, for people-watching. Perfection.
- Coffee/Tea in Restaurant/Coffee Shop: Caffeine is a must. So, yes, plenty of caffeine available. I needed it after the buffet incident.
- (I'm not going to list every single dining detail. You get the idea. Food was present.)
Cleanliness and Safety: This is HUGE considering the current world situation.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Okay… I hope so… I mean I assume so… I didn't lick the walls, but everything looked clean.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Good. Necessary.
- Hand sanitizer: Everywhere. Almost too much hand sanitizer. I'm starting to think I'm immune.
- Individually-wrapped food options: Good. Necessary.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Difficult, but they tried. The buffet line was a bit of a free-for-all at times.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Hopefully!
- Staff trained in safety protocol: They seemed to be. Masks, handwashing, the whole shebang.
- Safe Dining Setup: Seemed okay.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: Yup. (I think…)
Services and Conveniences:
- Concierge: The concierge was great. Helpful, friendly, didn't judge my questionable fashion choices. (Probably did, but kept it to themselves, which is professionalism at its finest).
- Currency Exchange: Handy.
- Daily Housekeeping: My room was always spotless, which is a real treat.
- Elevator: Thank goodness! See "Accessibility" above.
- Facilities for disabled guests: See "Accessibility" above (again!).
- Gift/souvenir shop: Because, of course.
- Laundry Service: Essential, especially if you're like me and pack for a week but stay for a month.
- Room Service: As mentioned above, glorious and 24-hour.
- Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Seminars: Yep. Business is clearly happening here.
- [Anything listed]: Generally, all of these services were good, solid, and as expected.
For the Kids (Because Someone Always Wants to Know):
- Family/child friendly: Absolutely. I saw kids everywhere. Not a problem. (Or at least, I didn’t think it was a problem. My tolerance for screaming children is… limited).
- Babysitting service: Available. Because sometimes, a parent just needs a margarita.
Available in All Rooms – The Nitty-Gritty:
- Air Conditioning: Essential in Bangkok. Worked like a charm.
- Free bottled water: Bless. Hydration is key.
- Free Wi-Fi: Mentioned. Essential.
- Bathrobes/Slippers: Luxury. (Okay, I lived in the robes).
- Desk/Laptop workspace: Productivity! (Or, you know, pretending to be productive while scrolling through social media).
- TV/Satellite/Cable: If you want to stay in and veg, this is it.
- Coffee/Tea Maker: Also, a blessing.
- Minibar: Well-stocked. (And tempting).
- Safety Box: For important stuff.
Getting Around (Because You Eventually Have to Leave):
- **Airport Transfer
Hotel MB International - PALACE SIDE Mysore: A Rambling Diary
Alright, buckle up buttercups. This isn't gonna be your sanitized, Instagram-perfect travel log. This is real life, with all its glorious messiness. My Mysore trip, and specifically, the Hotel MB International (PALACE SIDE, fancy name, let's see if it delivers) is about to be dissected… probably in excruciating detail for you, and absolutely for my own sanity.
Day 1: Arrival and the "Royal" Welcome (Emphasis on Quotation Marks)
Morning (8:00 AM - 11:00 AM): Flew into Bangalore. Ugh, Bangalore airport. Let's just say, the air conditioning seemed to be on "off" and the lines were longer than my to-do list. The taxi to Mysore? A thrilling three-hour adventure in a car that may or may not have seen more potholes than asphalt. My driver, bless his heart, played a Bollywood soundtrack that was approximately 90% horn blasts and 10% music. By the time we arrived at the hotel, I was pretty sure my kidneys had relocated.
Midday (11:00 AM - 1:00 PM): Arrived at the Hotel MB International. "Palace Side" didn't exactly scream "palatial" from the outside. More like, "slightly-worn-but-cleanish." The lobby, however, was a riot of brass fixtures, slightly faded floral wallpaper, and a reception desk that looked like it had been around since the British Raj. Check-in was… interesting. The staff was incredibly polite, but it took a solid 20 minutes to process my booking. Apparently, my name is a major source of confusion. (It's just "Sarah," people! Not a complex code!)
- Anecdote: The bellhop, a sweet kid named Ramesh, kept calling me "Madam Cleopatra." I have no idea why. I asked, but he just giggled and said, "You look very royal." I'm pretty sure he was just being nice, but it did give me a tiny ego boost. I proceeded to carry my own suitcase anyway, because I apparently can't fully embrace the royal life.
Afternoon (1:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Settling in. The room itself? Standard. Clean, with a slightly musty smell that I'm hoping will dissipate. The balcony overlooked… well, a very busy street. The incessant honking of horns? Already a soundtrack to my life.
- Observation: The bed is enormous, I swear it could fit three people. I feel like I'm sleeping in a royal palace all by myself. My first mental reaction was "Oh my God, this is way too big for one person!"
Afternoon (3:00 PM - 5:00 PM): Lunch at the hotel restaurant. "The Royal Feast" it was called. I ordered a chicken biryani. The rice was delicious, the chicken? Questionable. Let's just say, I'm not entirely convinced it had met a chicken in this century.
- Emotional Reaction: Disappointment. The food so far is not impressing me. I was hoping for exploding flavors! Maybe I should order something else…
Evening (5:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Exploring the immediate vicinity… Found a local chai stand. This was EVERYTHING. Sweet, milky, spiced perfection. I then, attempted to walk to the Mysore Palace. Failed miserably. Got lost. Encountered a stray dog who followed me for two blocks. (He was adorable, and I secretly wished I could smuggle him back to the hotel) Wandered into a spice market. My nose is currently doing a happy dance.
- Rambling: I honestly love getting lost in a city. It's how you find the real gems, right? The off-the-beaten-path places. Except, in Mysore, "off the beaten path" apparently includes some seriously uneven sidewalks and a whole lot of scooter traffic. I swear, there are more scooters than people!
Evening (8:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a small, local restaurant. The food was fantastic! Delicious dosa and a spicy vegetable curry.
- Imperfection: Let's just say, I may have developed a slight curry-related sweat stain. I'm embracing the "I'm a mess, and I'm here for it" vibe.
Night (9:00 PM - Bedtime): Back at the hotel. Finally cracked open the window. The street noise is still a symphony of horns, but at least I'm getting some fresh air. Tomorrow? Palace exploration, full-on. Wish me luck.
Day 2: Palace, Palaces, and Persistent Problems
Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): The Mysore Palace. FINALLY. Okay, this was worth the trip. The architecture is stunning! The colors! The sheer grandeur! Pictures don't do it justice. The audio guide, however, was another story. It kept cutting out, the voice was a bit monotone, and I nearly got trampled by a gaggle of tourists vying for the perfect selfie. But, seriously, the palace? Breathtaking. The sheer scale of the place is overwhelming.
- Doubling Down: I wandered through the palace for hours. I was completely enchanted. I kept getting lost, finding myself in rooms I hadn't seen before. I must have taken a hundred pictures. I need to see the palace in person to take in the beauty completely. It's an explosion of color, history, and sheer opulence. The sheer scale of the interior? Mind-blowing. I could have spent days there.
Midday (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Lunch at a restaurant recommended by the audio guide (which I decided was wrong). It turned out to be a tourist trap with overpriced, bland food.
- Emotional Reaction: Rage. Okay, maybe not full-blown rage, but definitely a healthy dose of irritation. Seriously, I'm pretty sure I could have cooked a better meal in my hotel room with a microwave and a bag of ramen noodles.
Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Attempted to visit the Railway Museum. Closed for cleaning. Sigh. This seemed to be a recurring theme.
Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Found a lovely little shop selling silks and scarves. Spent far too much money. No regrets.
- Quirky Observation: I think I might need a second suitcase to get all this back home.
Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a place my tuk-tuk driver recommended. It was good! Authentic, cheap, and full of locals. (Score!)
- Messier Structure: This is where things get… interesting. Or maybe just confusing. Because after dinner, I may have decided to attempt to navigate the "dancing fountains" near the palace. Got lost again. It was pitch black. Found myself wandering down a series of dimly lit alleyways. Probably shouldn't have done that. Eventually, I flagged down a tuk-tuk, who looked at me like I was a complete idiot. (I probably was.)
Evening (9:00 PM - Bedtime): Back at the hotel. Exhausted. Head throbbing. Starting to have a slight feeling of Delhi Belly (is that from the questionable chicken or my alleyway adventure?).
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: I am tired of the horns, the dust, and the constant feeling of being slightly out of my depth. But, dammit, the palace was amazing. Tomorrow? I'm staying in the hotel. Reading. Resting. Possibly attempting to order a room service that doesn't involve questionable chicken biryani.
Day 3: Relaxation (Attempted)
Morning (8:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Slept in. Glorious. Ordered room service. The dosa was good. The coffee was instant, or maybe just questionable. Decided to skip the hotel buffet.
- Rambling: The hotel staff, bless their hearts, keep checking on me. "Everything okay, Madam Cleopatra?" "Need anything, Madam?" I'm half-tempted to ask them to just leave me alone. The other half of me appreciates the genuine kindness.
Midday (12:00 PM - 2:00 PM): Attempted to use the hotel wifi. Failed. Gave up. Read a book, a real paper book (a blessing, as it turns out).
Afternoon (2:00 PM - 4:00 PM): The pool. Yes! The pool. Lovely. Until a group of boisterous children decided to treat it like a splash park.
- Opinionated Language: I love kids, I do, but there has to be a limit to the screaming and splashing!
Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Found a surprisingly good massage place just down the street.
So, like, what *is* the point of all this anyway? Seriously, what are we doing?
Ugh, existential pondering. I *hate* that. Honestly, I think the point is just... to be. To eat questionable tacos at 2 am, to laugh until your sides hurt, to cry over Hallmark commercials (don't judge!), and to occasionally remember to pay your bills. I’m still trying to figure it out, okay? Don't ask me! My therapist once told me to embrace ‘the journey’ and I almost choked on my kombucha!
Okay, fine. But what's the deal with... *relationships*? Are they worth the headache?
Oh, relationships. The land of broken promises and questionable decisions. Look, I've had a couple. One was a disaster involving a stolen cat and a *very* persistent ex who wore Crocs. Another was... well, let's just say "amicable" doesn't quite cover it.
Here's the deal: Relationships are 50% amazing cuddling, 30% agonizing over text messages, and 20% wondering if they secretly hate you. Is it worth it? Sometimes, absolutely. Other times, I'd rather eat an entire tub of ice cream alone while watching reruns of "Forensic Files." It's a gamble. But hey, what isn't?
What about… work? How do you *survive* ?
Work. The thing that pays for the tacos and therapy. Look, I've had jobs that made me want to scream into the void. I've had jobs where I briefly considered running away to join the circus (clowns are terrifying though, so scratch that). The key? Find something you *kinda* don’t hate. And learn to expertly fake enthusiasm during team meetings. That's practically an advanced degree. Coffee helps too. A *lot*.
And like, money? How do I even deal with money?
Money. The never-ending source of stress and temptation. I'm *terrible* with money. Like, genuinely awful. I went through a phase where I was convinced I needed a solid gold stapler. Don't ask. The best advice I can give? Budget. Save. And pray you don't spontaneously develop a sudden craving for expensive shoes. I’m still working on this part, clearly.
What about… feeling down? What do you do when you just wanna hide under the covers?
Oh, the blues. We've all been there, haven't we? The darkness? The feeling the walls are closing in, the dread of simply getting out of bed. Here’s the truth: Sometimes it’s okay to wallow. Binge-watch trashy TV. Eat an entire pizza. Cry it out. Then, when you're ready (and this might take a while), try something small. Go for a walk. Call a friend. Listen to music. Or, you know... eat more pizza. Whatever helps. But for the love of all that is holy, don’t bottle it up. Talk to someone. Even if that someone is a cat.
What about... the whole "adulting" thing? I feel like I'm just pretending.
Pretending? Honey, *we're all pretending*. Every single one of us. Nobody actually knows what they're doing. We're just winging it, hoping for the best, and occasionally managing to avoid setting the kitchen on fire. Embrace the chaos. Embrace the screw-ups. Embrace the fact that you still accidentally call your parents "Mom" and "Dad" in corporate Zoom meetings. It's all part of the show.
Okay, *serious* question: What's something you're surprisingly good at?
Okay, okay, a genuine answer! Hmm... Besides the obvious (procrastinating, eating entire bags of chips in one sitting... those are skills!), I'm actually pretty good at listening. I'm a champion listener, so you should totally tell me *all* your problems! I also have this weird superpower where I can tell if someone's about to cry just by looking at them. It's both a blessing and a curse, frankly. Often results in awkwardness, but hey, at least I can be empathetic!
What's... something you're *terrible* at? Like, facepalm-worthy bad?
Oh, dear God, where do I *start*? I am an absolute disaster in the kitchen. I once set a bagel on fire. *A bagel*. Apparently, toasting is beyond my capabilities. I'm also notoriously bad at remembering names. I meet someone, spend a lovely hour with them, and five minutes later, I'm staring blankly, racking my brain. It's mortifying. Apologies to anyone whose name I've forgotten (which is probably most of you!).
What's your *biggest* regret? (If you're willing to share...)
Regrets… I have a few… but then again, too few to mention! Okay, maybe not that level of cool. Probably the biggest regret... hmmm... Look, I'm a bit of a people-pleaser, so there’s a long list of things I should have said "no" to but didn't. There was the time I agreed to help my friend move her entire apartment up three flights of stairs (never again!). There was also the time I stayed in a relationship *way* too long because I was afraid of hurting someone’s feelings. Should have trusted my gut. *Sigh*. Learning to say "no" is a work in progress.
What makes you happy? Like, really, truly happy?
Oh, this is the easy one. Truly, deeply happy? Waking up on a Saturday morning with no plans, a good book, and aFind Hotel Now
