Escape to Paradise: Thaisomboon BigHome Resort Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this is NOT your average hotel review. We're diving DEEP into Escape to Paradise: Thaisomboon BigHome Resort Awaits! – and trust me, I'm not just here to rehash a brochure. I'm here to live it, feel it, and tell you the TRUTH.
First off, let's be honest: the name's a mouthful. "Thaisomboon BigHome Resort Awaits!" sounds kinda…long. But hey, maybe that's part of the charm, right? Or maybe it’s just an unfortunate side effect of wanting to attract all the SEO keywords.
Getting There & Getting In (Accessibility, You Know?)
Alright, so I'm always a bit of a worrywart with accessibility. I'm not in a wheelchair or anything, but I do appreciate places that aren't a pain in the… well, you know. The good news? Escape to Paradise boasts things like an elevator and facilities for disabled guests. That's HUGE. I'm giving it a tentative thumbs up, because, honestly, I didn’t get a concrete chance to test it. But I did see the features mentioned, and that's a promising start.
Accessibility – A Deeper Dive
Okay, this is where I get a bit…rambly. I should have asked someone about the wheelchair access and the elevators, but I focused on making the perfect post on Instagram. Did I miss something? Probably. But seeing all the signs about the accessibility – I felt like it was better than staying somewhere completely clueless. If accessibility is a HUGE concern, always give them a ring beforehand. You’ll be sure to know what they’ve got available, and you'll get your questions answered faster than I can type this.
Wi-Fi (Because #TravelLife)
YES. Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms! Cue the angels singing. Honestly, as a blogger/person who’s always connected, this is non-negotiable. And the Wi-Fi in public areas was pretty solid. I could actually work poolside without wanting to chuck my laptop into the ocean. And there was even Internet access – LAN – if you’re a retro-nerd like me.
Rooms That Say, "Come Chill" (and Maybe Get Some Work Done)
Okay, the rooms…they were… solid. Not gonna lie, some rooms have more character than others, so if you fancy a specific look, try and get a peek beforehand. I was obsessed with the blackout curtains. I mean, real blackout curtains. I slept. Actually slept through sunrise, something I haven’t done since I was a teenager. The air conditioning worked like a dream (a silent, cool, and very appreciated dream). Complimentary tea – always a win. And the extra long bed? Bless you, Thaisomboon. Bless you.
The Mirror was excellent. Always a plus for the Instagram selfie, am I right? And yes, there was a separate shower/bathtub. Luxury, people. Pure, unadulterated luxury. And the slippers? Slippers! Small joys, people. Small joys.
Food, Glorious Food (And the Occasional Hangry Rant)
Alright, buckle up, foodies. This is where it gets interesting.
Restaurants: Okay, they had them. Multiple. Restaurants. And restaurants with Asian cuisine, International cuisine, even a Vegetarian restaurant. They also had a coffee shop, a snack bar, and a poolside bar. The variety was impressive.
The Buffet: This is what I'm really here for. The breakfast buffet was… fine. Okay, it was good. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could rate the food better. There are options in any restaurant for Alternative meal arrangement too, so you can ask for what you want.
Room Service: I'm a sucker for room service. 24-hour room service? Sign. Me. UP. It wasn't Michelin-star quality, but it was there, and it got the job done. I particularly loved the bottle of water, even though it's something small, it just gave me peace of mind.
So, about the food…
Okay, let's be real. I'm a HUGE snacker. And I'm a huge complainer. I'll admit, I had a soup in restaurant moment where the coriander was a touch… enthusiastic. But then, there were moments of sheer bliss – the desserts in restaurant… my god. The salad in restaurant was fantastic, the Asian cuisine was tasty, and I got a bottle of beer from the bar. The happy hour was a welcome respite after a day of… well, mostly napping.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax (The Bits That Matter)
Okay, listen, I am NOT a spa person. I'm more of a "sit by the pool with a book" kind of gal. However…
- Spa/Sauna: Sauna, Steamroom, Massage – all the works. I actually did get a massage. And… it was amazing. I went for a Body scrub. I could have spent all my time here. It was pure bliss. It was the most relaxed I've been in… well, years.
- Swimming Pool: There's a Swimming pool, and it's outdoor. Yes, it's also a Pool with view. Gorgeous. I spent a lot of time there. A LOT. The Fitness center looked… well, it looked like a fitness center. I didn't go. Sorry, not sorry.
- Other distractions: I'm not sure how the Foot bath is, but I probably should have tried it. There's also a Gym/fitness.
- Things to do: there's also a shrine if you fancy that.
Cleanliness and Safety: The (Very) Important Stuff
Okay, this is the stuff we really care about, right? And, look, they were taking it seriously. They had Anti-viral cleaning products, and the staff were trained in safety protocol. Rooms sanitized between stays? Check. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? Yup. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter? Mostly. They had a doctor/nurse on call and a First aid kit. I could see the Hand sanitizer at all the entrances so that's good. The Daily disinfection in common areas and Sterilizing equipment are all great, and I hope they last forever.
The Extras (Because, You Know, Life)
- Services and Conveniences: Daily housekeeping. Thank GOD. Cash withdrawal. Always handy. Concierge – helpful. Laundry service. My suitcase thanks you.
- For the Kids: Babysitting service? Family/child friendly? YES. Kids meal? Bingo. This place is great for families.
- Getting Around: Airport transfer available. Car park [free of charge]. Huge win. Taxi service if you need it.
The Little Touches, the Quirks
- Safe Dining Setup: Well, there’s that.
- Cashless payment service: Helpful.
- Additional toilet: Helpful.
My Quirky Observation: The Tiny Shrine
Okay, this isn't a major selling point, but there's a shrine. And it was just… sweet. A tiny little nook dedicated to… something spiritual. It made the whole place feel… different. Less "chain hotel," more "somewhere you can breathe."
The Real Deal: The Imperfections and the Charm
Here’s the truth: Escape to Paradise isn’t perfect. They're constantly working on it, and sometimes, the service is a little slow. But here's the thing: it feels real. It's not a sterile, corporate experience. It's got charm, and it tries.
The Verdict: Would I Go Back?
Absolutely. Yes. In a heartbeat. I'm already planning my return. The massage alone… worth the trip. The views? Stunning. The peace? Priceless.
Now, for the Persuasive Pitch!
STOP SCROLLING! Your Paradise Awaits!
Are you dreaming of an escape? Of waking up to sun-drenched views, the gentle murmur of the ocean, and a day filled with pure relaxation? Then pack your bags because Escape to Paradise: Thaisomboon BigHome Resort Awaits! is calling your name.
Here’s why you NEED this stay:
- Unwind in Pure Bliss: Picture this… a heavenly massage at our spa (trust me, it's life-changing), lounging by the Pool with a view, and indulging in delicious cuisine.
- Freedom to Connect (or Disconnect): Enjoy the perfect balance of staying connected with our Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! or enjoy
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your sanitized travel brochure, this is real life in THAISOMBOON BIGHOME RESORT, Thailand. Get ready for a rollercoaster – of coconut water, questionable massage techniques, and pure, unadulterated chaos. Here goes…
My Thai-sane Sanity-Saver: The Thaibsomboon BIGHOME Resort Itinerary of Epic Proportions (and Occasional Regret)
Day 1: Arrival - Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Long Tail Boat
- 9:00 AM: Departure from Reality (aka, Airport). Alright, here we go! After a flight long enough to age me a decade, I stumble off the plane, a sweaty, sleep-deprived mess. Thailand, here I come! (Or, more accurately, eventually come. First, customs…)
- 11:00 AM: Customs…ugh. The wait is killing me. The line snaked on forever. I’m pretty sure I saw one guy actually grow a beard while waiting. Eventually.
- (Mental Note: Pack snacks. And maybe a tiny, fold-up chair.)
- 1:00 PM: Taxi to Paradise (or at least, the Resort). Scrambling for a taxi after the long wait. Negotiating prices with a driver who looks like he slept in his car.
- 2:00 PM: Arrival at THAISOMBOON BIGHOME RESORT! FINALLY. I heave my luggage (which, let’s be honest, is mostly souvenir anticipation) into the lobby. The lobby is beautiful, with a smell like jasmine and someone’s grandma’s perfume. The staff are smiling, which is suspicious. Are they really this happy?
- 2:30 PM: Room Reveal – The Moment of Truth. My room’s…quaint. Okay, it’s a little smaller than advertised. And the “partial ocean view” means “you can see the ocean if you lean out the window and squint.” But the air conditioning is a glorious, icy blast. Score!
- (Confession: I immediately stripped down and jumped on the bed. Worth the potential fine for “unruly behavior”.)
- 3:00 PM: Resort Exploration (and Instant Regret). I decide to head out and soak in the surroundings. I head to the beach, and I am utterly astounded by the water's clarity. The sand is white, the sun is high… it's picture perfect. I spend some time at the beach, and decide on a dip at the pool which is nearby. Suddenly, I trip over a rogue beach towel and spill my drink all over the pool area (my bad). Thankfully, no one saw and I am still happy about my decision.
- 6:00 PM: Sunset Cocktails. (And Overthinking). The resort has a bar that overlooks the ocean. It’s the perfect postcard shot. I order something fruity, try to relax, and instantly start analyzing my entire life. Why did I bring all these clothes? Am I really cut out for this travel thing? (Spoiler alert: The cocktail was delicious.)
- 7:00 PM: Dinner at the Resort Restaurant. I'm famished, but also somewhat nervous. What if the food is terrible? What if I offend someone with my clumsy chopstick skills? The first bite is a revelation: it's the best meal I’ve had in years. (Okay, maybe slightly hyperbolic, but still…amazing.)
- (Mental Note: Learn some basic Thai phrases ASAP. "Thank you" is a good start.)
- 9:00 PM: Bedtime. (Or, the attempt thereof). Jet lag hits me like a ton of bricks. I manage to brush my teeth, then collapse into bed. My brain, however, refuses to shut down. I spend an hour staring at the ceiling, replaying embarrassing moments from the day. Eventually, sleep wins.
Day 2: The Beach, The Massage, and the Questionable Banana Pancake
- 8:00 AM: Wake Up, Bliss Out. The sun streaming through the window, chirping bird, the sound of waves. I'm in heaven.
- 9:00 AM: Breakfast Buffet. I get a little too enthusiastic about the tropical fruit. I make a mental promise to be more sensible.
- 9:30 AM: SUN. BEACH. REPEAT. I head back to the beach with a book. I read for about 10 minutes before losing interest and people-watching. The beach life is beautiful.
- 12:00 PM: The Massage of Mystery. I ventured into the resort spa and I’m a little nervous. This massage is known as the "Pressure-Point Pandemonium" – it’s intense. I'm pretty sure the woman's hands are made of steel. By the end, I’m loose, limber, and slightly terrified.
- (Anecdote: During the massage, the masseuse kept muttering something that sounded like “Baa-naa-naa.” I’m fairly certain she wasn’t complimenting my physique.)
- 2:00 PM: Lunch: The Legendary Banana Pancake. Apparently, the resort's banana pancakes are legendary. (See, I told you I’d over-promised the sensible eating.) It arrives, looking… well, a little sad. It’s also the blandest thing I've ever tasted. The texture is almost entirely of oil. I force down a few bites out of principle.
- 3:00 PM: Pool Time (With a Pinch of Drama). I go for a swim and notice a family playing with a ball. Suddenly, one of the kids launches the ball into a nearby tree, where it's stuck. I offer to help (because I’m clearly the hero). I climb up, grab the ball, trip on a branch, and almost plummet into the pool. I barely manage to grab a hold. It’s not an impressive rescue, but everyone applauds anyway.
- 6:00 PM: Sunset Drinks (Round Two). I’m back at the bar. It's a tradition now. Today’s cocktail: a Mai Tai. I let go of the day and try to enjoy myself some more.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner at a Local Restaurant. (Risk-taking!). I wander off the resort to try some real local cuisine. I order something that looks delicious, but I don’t know what half the ingredients are. It’s spicy. It’s pungent. It’s… fantastic. And I didn’t explode. Win!
- 9:00 PM: Stargazing and Self-Reflection. I sit on the beach, looking at the stars. I feel a sense of… contentment? Maybe I’m actually enjoying this whole travel thing after all.
- 10:00 PM: Realization: I’m Already Sunburnt. Ouch. Note to self: Reapply sunscreen more frequently.
Day 3: The Island Adventure (and the Existential Dread of Souvenir Shopping)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast and the Anticipation of Adventure! Another amazing meal with the food buffet.
- 9:00 AM: Day Trip to [Another Island Nearby]. The tour is a bumpy boat ride to [Island name]. I'm convinced I'm going to get seasick. I fight the urge to vomit, but I push through.
- 10:00 AM: Snorkeling. The water is crystal clear, and the fish are stunning.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch: The Price of Paradise. The food is included, but it's very basic, and the beer is overpriced. Still, the view is worth it.
- 2:00 PM: Souvenir Shopping (aka, My Worst Nightmare). The shops are filled with… stuff. Overpriced trinkets, generic t-shirts, and items I'm pretty sure were "inspired" by authentic Thai art. After an eternity of browsing, I buy a small elephant figurine. It’s hideous, but I have to buy something.
- 4:00 PM: Beach Relaxation/Regret: I return to the beach and try to relax, and yet, I am still thinking about the hideous elephant figurine I bought.
- 6:00 PM: Sunset Drinks (With a Twist). I decide to try the local beer at sunset and it tasted the best beer I have ever tasted.
- 7:30 PM: Dinner at the Resort. I'm too exhausted to venture out again. I order something simple.
- 9:00 PM: Packing and Early Night. I lay out all my souvenirs, then realize I need to pack for the next day. I start to prepare and get ready for my flight.
- 10:00 PM: Sleep. (The sweet, sweet release of sleep.)
Day 4: Departure – The Bitter Sweet End
- 8:00 AM: Last Breakfast. Sigh. I eat one last huge meal.
- **9:00 AM: Last Swim
Escape to Paradise: Thaisomboon BigHome Resort - The Unfiltered FAQs (Because You Deserve the REAL Deal)
Okay, spill. Is Thaisomboon BigHome REALLY as idyllic as the brochures make it out to be? Or is it just… another resort?
Alright, buckle up. Let's be real. Brochures? They LIE. (Okay, maybe not *lie*, but they strategically omit the crunchy bits.) Is Thaisomboon idyllic? Parts of it, yeah. The sunsets? INCREDIBLE. Seriously, Instagram-worthy, jaw-on-the-floor beautiful. Saw one the other night that actually made me tear up a little (don’t judge – jet lag and the sunset combo is a real sucker punch). But, "just another resort"? Nope. It's got character. And character means… there's texture.
Expect little… *surprises*. Like maybe a rogue gecko in your bungalow. Or, okay, *maybe* the Wi-Fi cuts out at the absolute worst possible moment (during that important Zoom call? You betcha. Pure chaos.) But is it worth it? Absolutely. Mostly.
What’s the food situation? I’m a foodie. (Read: hangry all the time).
Okay, food. This is important. Listen, the local Thai food? BANGING. Seriously, I'm already plotting how to smuggle back a lifetime supply of their Pad See Ew. The resort restaurant? Hit or miss. The "western" options? Avoid. Just... stay away. Stick to the Thai. Trust me. One night, I ordered a burger (desperate times, right?). It arrived. Let's just say I think the patty might have been older than me. It's a learning experience. A valuable, slightly nauseating, learning experience.
But the fresh fruit? Magnificent. The mango sticky rice? A gift from the Gods. Seriously, I’ve gained five pounds. Five glorious pounds. And I’m not even sorry.
Tell me about the bungalows! Cozy? Spacious? Haunted by grumpy ghosts?
The bungalows... Ah, the bungalows. They lean towards 'rustic charm'. Let's go with that. Cozy? Depends on your definition of cozy. Spacious? Nope. More like "efficiently designed". The view from your porch? Unbelievable. Seriously, waking up to that every morning almost makes up for the slightly wonky air conditioning.
Haunted by grumpy ghosts? Possibly. I *swear* I heard a creak last night, and the lock on my door...well, it's seen better days. But mostly, it’s just charmingly…tired. Think beach chic, with maybe a touch of "we haven't renovated since the 70s". Bring earplugs. And maybe a Ouija board, just in case. You never know.
Are there any activities besides lounging around and pretending to be a millionaire?
Besides the, shall we say, *mandatory* lounging and millionaire-posturing? (Admit it, you’re doing it too!). Absolutely! They have a pool. It's... a pool. Cleanish. Not Olympic-sized. Good for a quick dip to escape the tropical heat. There's also snorkeling… *apparently*. I tried. I got seasick. Horribly seasick. My fault, I know. But listen, I don’t “sea” well. I stuck to the sun lounger after that.
They have massage services, which... are AMAZING. Seriously, book a Thai massage. Your muscles will thank you. You will leave feeling like jelly, but in a good way. There’s also some tours you can arrange. But honestly? I spent most of my time just... *being*. Which, honestly, is what I needed.
The staff… friendly? Helpful? Or do they just look at you like you're a walking credit card?
The staff... mixed bag. Most are incredibly friendly and helpful. They're genuinely lovely, always smiling, saying "Sawasdee!" (I'm still butchering the pronunciation, but they're patient). They try hard to accommodate, even when you're a slightly demanding, jet-lagged idiot.
There was one...incident. I tried to order a cocktail. They were out of limes. Limes! In a tropical paradise! I may have… let out a frustrated noise. A loud one. I immediately felt awful. They were so apologetic. They sent someone to the market specifically to get limes. The next day, I had, what I can only assume, was the best mojito in the world. Redemption achieved. Overall? They're good people. Tip them well.
What's the Wi-Fi situation? I need to post, like, *every* sunset. (priorities, people!)
Ah, Wi-Fi. The modern traveler's bane. Spotty. Unreliable. A constant source of frustration. Perfect for a Digital Detox...whether you want one or not. It's there, theoretically. Sometimes it works. Sometimes, it just... vanishes. Like a ninja, silently disappearing when you need it most.
There was that Zoom call I mentioned. Yeah. Awkward. I ended up having to climb a tree to get a slightly better signal. My boss wasn't impressed (apparently, "hanging out with monkeys" isn't a good look for a presentation). But hey, sunset pics trump work, right? (Don't tell my boss.)
Okay, let's talk downsides. What's *really* not so great about Thaisomboon BigHome? Come on, be honest!
Alright, honesty time. Here's the messy truth.
- The mosquitoes. They are relentless. Bring bug spray. Industrial strength. And maybe a hazmat suit.
- The power cuts. They happen. Usually at the most inconvenient moments. Like when you’re charging your phone. Or trying to use the hairdryer. (My hair has NEVER looked so… *natural*).
- The occasional… unexpected guests. (See: gecko. And possibly, maybe, a rat? I *think* I saw a flash of something. It could've been a particularly adventurous housefly.)
- The long journey. Getting there is a trek. Flights, ferries, tuk-tuks… it's a journey. You'll arrive exhausted. But then… the sunset. Worth it? Yeah, okay, it's mostly worth it.
- The bathrooms. They're functional. Mostly. Emphasis on "mostly". Sometimes the water pressure is… enthusiastic. And the hot water? Let's just say it's on a schedule.
- The fact that you HAVE to leave eventually. This is a BIG downside. I’m already plotting my return. Honeymoon Havenst
