Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits!
Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits! - A Rambling Review (Because Honestly, Who Has Time for Perfection?)
Alright folks, buckle up, because I've just clawed my way out of the utterly enchanting, sometimes wonderfully imperfect, and totally unforgettable Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits! And I'm here to spill the beans. Forget polished brochures, this is the real, unvarnished truth, complete with the occasional existential question about the merits of a hotel room kettle. (More on that later.)
First Impressions: Was it Paradise? Well…Almost.
Let's be honest, the name "Escape to Paradise" sets a high bar. Did it fully deliver? Not every second. But honestly? It got pretty damn close. From the moment you see the exterior – seriously, treehouses? Who doesn't want to live out their childhood fantasies? – you know you're in for something special. The exterior corridor feels a bit…well, exterior in the rain, but the charm more than makes up for it.
Accessibility? Let's Talk Real Talk.
Okay, this is important. Accessibility. While the website mentions facilities for disabled guests, I wouldn't necessarily call it fully accessible. I didn't personally need it, but from what I saw, it might be a bit tricky for someone requiring extensive wheelchair access. There's an elevator, which is a huge plus, but navigating some of the walkways might be a challenge. Check directly with the hotel about your specific needs beforehand.
Getting Started: The Internet… My Precious!
Right, the internet. The modern-day lifeline. Thankfully, free Wi-Fi is available in all rooms! Hallelujah! I’m a blogger, you see, so I need to be online, and the connection was decent enough to upload a few killer sunset shots. There's also internet [LAN] access if you're a purist. Wi-Fi in public areas? Yep, got that too.
Rooms: My Treehouse Retreat (and its Minor Flaws).
My room? Let's just say I felt like an Ewok, but with a slightly better-stocked mini-bar. (Oh, the glory of free bottled water!). The air conditioning was thankfully blasting – a welcome relief from the New Zealand sun. The blackout curtains were a godsend for sleep-in days and the bathroom… well, it was clean (thank goodness for daily housekeeping!), but the shower pressure was, shall we say, "optimistic" on some days. The extra long bed was a definite win. It had a TV and the occasional movie to fill the gaps.
Here’s a totally useless pro-tip: The mirror in the bathroom showed me a different person every other morning. No, really! What else? Oh, and the alarm clock – thankfully I didn’t have to use it.
The Food: A Fiesta of Flavors (Mostly) & a Rambling Story About Breakfast…
Ah, the grub! Now, this is where things get really interesting. There’s a restaurant on-site, offering an a la carte menu that's a bit pricey, but the views from the terrace… chef’s kiss. They claim to do Asian cuisine, so I ordered something that looked like a bird nest, and honestly, it was good but not life-changing. I heard the international cuisine was decent too, but I can’t say, since I'm all about the comfort food. The salad in restaurant was okay. The coffee/tea at the restaurant was also alright.
And now, a story about breakast. Remember that kettle I hinted at? Well, here's where it comes in. I had the breakfast [buffet]. I'm a buffet kind of guy. But the buffet was okay. A little…standard. They did offer a breakfast takeaway service, which was a nice touch for early risers (or late sleepers like me). They offered Western breakfast as well, if you want some comfort. But here's the real kicker: I really needed a strong cup of coffee to wake me up. I didn't love waiting, because breakfast was only available at the restaurant. I could have used something in my room. This is where the kettle came into play (I’m sure I could have asked the hotel but I didn’t. I'm just being a bit… lazy).
There's a Poolside bar for poolside snacks and drinks. What would I rate them? Don't ask…
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: More Than Meets the Eye.
Okay, so what else did they have? A swimming pool [outdoor] with a Pool with view. It was beautiful. Like, seriously Instagram-worthy. I spent a good chunk of my time there, mostly just floating and contemplating the meaning of life. (Ways to relax? Mission accomplished!). They also had a Gym/fitness center, but I only looked at it. The hotel also features at least, Fitness center and a Spa.
They also offer at least one thing:
- Sauna
- Spa/sauna
- Steamroom
Cleanliness and Safety: Feeling Safe & Sanitized (Mostly).
In these crazy times, safety is paramount. I was impressed with their efforts. The staff trained in safety protocol are attentive. They had Hand sanitizer bottles dotted around. They offered Room sanitization opt-out available. And, thankfully, the hotel features Daily disinfection in common areas.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Mixed Bag, Honestly.
Look, I mentioned the restaurant. It’s…fine. But you can actually get decent food at the nearby town. The Happy hour was a nice touch though, allowing me to pretend I was a sophisticated traveler when, in reality, I was just desperately trying to delay the inevitable return to reality.
Services and Conveniences: They've Thought of Pretty Much Everything.
Cash withdrawal? Yep. Laundry service? You betcha. Concierge? Absolutely fantastic and the friendliest staff I’ve seen in a while. Daily housekeeping? Yes, thank goodness! The Facilities for disabled guests were not as advertised, but the hotel had one of the best Elevator and a Doorman.
For the Kids (and the Kids at Heart): A Family-Friendly Vibe.
I don't have kids, but I did spot a few happy families around. They offer things like Babysitting service or the hotel is Family/child friendly.
Getting Around: Convenient, Especially if You're Not Me.
They offer an Airport transfer, which is extremely convenient. There is Car park [free of charge] and Bicycle parking as well. Taxi service is also available.
The Emotional Verdict: Would I Go Back? Absolutely. But… Here's the Honest Truth.
Would I recommend Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits!? Yes. Absolutely. It’s quirky, it’s charming, and it’s a genuinely lovely place to unwind. But… (and there’s always a “but,” isn’t there?)… it’s not perfect. The food could be better, the accessibility could be improved, and the shower pressure could use a boost.
But honestly? Those imperfections are part of the charm. It’s a place that feels lived-in, friendly, and full of character.
And Now, The "Book Now" Pitch (With Slightly Exaggerated Enthusiasm):
Tired of the Same Old, Same Old? Craving an Escape?
Then ditch the generic hotels and book your stay at Escape to Paradise: Bay of Islands' Tree House Craicor Awaits! Experience treehouse living, surrounded by breathtaking scenery and a laid-back atmosphere that'll melt your stress away.
Here's What You'll Get:
- Stunning views and immersive nature experiences
- Cozy treehouse accommodation with all the amenities…
- Delicious food (with a few caveats, let’s be honest)
- And the most important thing: Genuine Kiwi hospitality.
Click below to book your escape today! But be warned: you might not want to leave. I'm still dreaming of that swimming pool…and maybe, just maybe, I’ll even get used to those mirrors…
Siargao's Blauset Secret: Unbelievable Island Paradise You NEED to See!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your glossy brochure itinerary. This is the real deal, the messy, glorious, sunburnt truth of hitting up those dreamy Tree House Craicor Boutique Apartments in the Bay of Islands. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions, questionable decisions, and a whole lotta "wait, what day is it?" moments.
Tree House Craicor: My Bay of Islands Survival Guide (Maybe)
Day 1: Arrival – Smells Like Freedom (and Possibly Overpriced Airport Coffee)
- Morning (or what felt like morning after a red-eye): Auckland to Kerikeri Airport. Let me tell you, getting out of the city was a MISSION. Traffic, people, the usual. Found myself clinging to that lukewarm airport coffee for dear life. The small propeller plane felt…intimate. Let's just say I’m not a fan of turbulence, but the views over the island were breathtaking. Seriously, I clutched my tiny paper cup of coffee and thought, "Okay, maybe this trip won't be a complete disaster."
- Afternoon: Landed in Kerikeri! Hallelujah! Picked up the rental car – "Betty," a slightly dented, but still-shiny hatchback, and tried to avoid the temptation of the local lolly shop on the way to Tree House Craicor (failed. The lolly shop won). The drive was pure bliss, green rolling hills, sheep EVERYWHERE, and the sea peeping through the trees.
- Arrival at Tree House Craicor: Okay, the photos? They don't do this place justice. This is actual treehouse living, with a killer view of the Kerikeri Inlet. The apartment? Chic, airy, and already had that "holiday smell" (you know, the one that promises pure relaxation). Spent a good hour just wandering around open-mouthed, touching everything, and promptly spilling a glass of water on the ridiculously comfortable sofa. Classic.
- Evening: Checked out the apartment, it was amazing. Found the balcony, with that view. Grabbed some groceries at the local supermarket (Kiwi supermarkets are a whole experience – so many options!).
- Dinner: Homemade pasta on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky. This is it. This is why I left my life behind (temporarily). Drank a bottle of local Sauvignon Blanc. Maybe two.
Day 2: Beaches, Boats, and the Questionable Joy of Sea Sickness (Sorry, Mom)
- Morning: A proper lie-in! Woke up to the sound of birds and the most gorgeous sunrise. Ate breakfast on the balcony, basking in the sun's glow. Then, decided, as a spur-of-the-moment plan, to start with a boat trip. Looked up and booked them.
- Late Morning: Cruised to Paihia, and boarded the…well I'm not sure of the name, but it was a giant boat, to see the Hole in the Rock. Okay, I figured. It's like a must-do. I'm not a huge boat person. But, I was surprised! The scenery was incredible. The captain was a real character, and the other tourists were surprisingly friendly. Then, a massive swell hit the boat. I spent the next hour clinging to the railing, battling a sudden, and quite violent, case of seasickness. Let's just say the views were…less appreciated at that point. Note to self: Dramamine. ALWAYS Dramamine.
- Afternoon: Limped in Paihia. Found a little cafe overlooking the harbor. Ordered fish and chips (because, New Zealand!). Ate them slowly, while feeling very grateful for solid ground. Walked on the sand and felt better.
- Evening: Back to Tree House Craicor. Booked a massage. Heaven. Then, back on the balcony with a glass of wine, watching the stars come out. All was forgiven, the seasickness was forgotten, and the world was beautiful again.
Day 3: Culture, Chaos, and a Very Confused Kiwi (Me)
- Morning: Drive to Waitangi Treaty Grounds. Honestly, I was expecting a slightly boring history lesson, but it was actually really interesting. The stories of the Māori people, their culture, and the history of the treaty were so powerful. I got a little bit overwhelmed. I felt a deep sense of respect and also a bit ashamed about my own lack of knowledge.
- Afternoon: Explored the charming town of Russell, the first capital of New Zealand. It reminded me of some old movies, with its quaint shops and quirky streets. Got completely lost trying to find a decent coffee and ended up wandering into some craft shop. I met a really nice local, who made me drink the worst coffee I've ever tasted.
- Evening: Back at the apartment for a BBQ. Grilled some steaks, drank some more Sauvignon Blanc. Chatted, laughed, and felt the kind of joy that's pure, simple, and perfect.
Day 4: Packing, Panic, and a Promise to Return
- Morning: Bitter-sweet: Packing. Cleaning up. Slowly trying to accept that this dream trip is coming to an end. Spent a long time just sitting on the balcony, trying to imprint every last bit of the view into my memory.
- Afternoon: The drive back to Kerikeri Airport. Stood in line, and then had to rush to the gate. Last plane flight.
- Evening/Departure: A long, exhausting journey back home. I’m already planning my return. Bay of Islands, you beautiful, chaotic, and utterly unforgettable place, I'll be back. And next time, I'm bringing ALL the Dramamine.
Overall Rating: 5/5 stars. (Despite seasickness. Seriously, the views are worth it!) And yes, I would 100% recommend Tree House Craicor. It's not just a place to stay, it's an experience. Just be prepared to embrace the messiness, the spontaneity, and the occasional questionable life choices. Remember to pack Dramamine. And enjoy the ride.
Ji'an Concert Getaway: Stunning River View Suite w/ Projector & Kitchen!
Okay, I've lost my keys. AGAIN. Where do they *usually* go? Like, what's the *standard* hiding place of keys that have gone rogue?
Ugh, the key vortex. I *know* that feeling. Okay, so, *usually*? The usual suspects are: the **kitchen counter,** because, you know, you're juggling groceries, phone, carrier pigeons, a small child… and you toss 'em there. Then they vanish into the abyss of mail and receipts. Or, the **coat pocket** of whatever jacket you wore *last week* and haven’t washed since. And I mean, REALLY last week. Like, the week you ate that questionable burrito.
But let me tell you a story. One time, I was convinced my keys had been stolen. Like, full-blown panic. Crying. Imagining shadowy figures creeping around my apartment, armed with… my car keys. Spent THREE HOURS tearing the place apart. Finally found them? **Tucked inside my SHOE.** One shoe. No idea why. Like they had developed a tiny hobbit complex and were trying to go unnoticed.
What's the HARDEST place you've EVER found keys?
Oh, this is a goldmine of terrible memories, I’m telling you. Okay, the WORST (and I mean, *the worst*) was when I lost my keys while on a family vacation. We're talking sandy beaches, salty air, and the ever-present threat of seagull poop. And my keys? GONE. Vanished into that sandy oblivion. Hours of frantic digging, sifting through sand with my bare hands (don't judge, desperation is a powerful motivator!), and then… nothing.
I swore I'd never find them. I thought they'd be lost forever, buried beneath the weight of the *entire freaking ocean*. Then, a week later, after we got home, my *mother* called me. She had found them. Guess where? My suitcase. Tucked in between my beach towel and a half-eaten bag of chips. The sheer, unadulterated JOY that washed over me was quickly replaced by a burning rage that only family can inspire.
So, hypothetically speaking, if I've been frantically searching for hours, and I’m starting to question my sanity… is there a time to just… give up?
Absolutely, yes. Eventually, you need to. You hit a wall, you know? Your eyes start to blur, you're seeing keys in every shadow, and you begin rationalizing absurd scenarios. Like, maybe the keys have achieved sentience and are on their own adventure. Or maybe you've been the victim of a key-swapping conspiracy.
I’ve learned the hard way (many, MANY times) that sometimes a fresh perspective is needed. Go for a walk. Make a cup of tea. Watch a truly awful reality TV show. And then, *magically*, when you return, your keys will often be staring you in the face. Usually in the most obvious spot you overlooked because your brain was fried. I SWEAR this is some sort of cosmic joke.
Okay, let's get real for a second. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened because you lost your keys? Aside from the emotional trauma, obviously.
Oooooh, the WORST? Okay, deep breath. This is mortifying. Right, so… I was late for an important job interview (because, well, keys). Like, *very* late. Ran into the office building, heart pounding, hair a mess. I finally get to the reception desk, totally out of breath, and I’m just about to give my name when… *BAM!* I realize. I had to pee. Like, REALLY BADLY. And the interview was in five minutes.
So, I did the only logical thing, in my panicked state. I ran to the nearest restroom, and the lock on the stall jammed. Completely and utterly jammed. I was trapped! For a solid FIFTEEN minutes, I was pounding on the door, yelling, trying to jimmy it open with a pen. Finally, someone helped me out, I sprinted (still late mind you), and was completely mortified. I didn't get the job. So, yeah. Losing keys led to a ruined interview and the humiliation of being locked in a bathroom stall. Moral of the story: Always carry a spare key… and maybe an emergency bladder-relief kit.
What about those key finders? Are they actually worth it?
Look, I *want* to believe in key finders. I REALLY do. But the ones I've tried? Let's just say they have a rather unfortunate habit of… well, failing. Right when you need them most. Because, of *course* they do. That said, I am a person who can and will, sometimes, lose their keys to a spot where there isn't a phone signal. So, a key finder? May as well not exist.
The best key finder, in my experience, is a very loud, very persistent housemate who yells, "WHERE ARE YOUR BLOODY KEYS?!" That's proven the most effective method of key retrieval, so far. But no, seriously, I'm still searching for the Holy Grail of key finders. If you know of one, please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me. My sanity (and my blood pressure) will thank you.
Okay, fine, I get it. I'm a key-loser. What's the ULTIMATE solution? Like, the *real* solution to this problem?
Oh, honey, if I knew the ULTIMATE solution, I wouldn't be writing this. I'd be on a yacht, sipping something tropical and laughing at the concept of keys. But alas, we're all in this together. The closest I've gotten to a solution is… a dedicated spot. A hook. A bowl. Something. And a RIGID commitment to putting your keys there. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Will you succeed? Probably not. At least, not immediately. You'll forget. You'll cave to chaos. You'll be late for everything at least once a week. But... keep trying. Because, at the end of the day, accepting that you are a perpetual key-loser, is the first step to, um, accepting you. And being slightly less stressed, because, you know, the world can be hard, and at least you know your keys might be on a hook.
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