Malang's Hidden Gem: Super OYO 90488 Harwin Homestay Review!
Malang's Messy Secret: My Wild Weekend at Super OYO 90488 Harwin Homestay (The Good, The "Meh", and the Totally Bizarre)
Okay, so, let's be honest. "Super OYO 90488 Harwin Homestay" isn't exactly the kind of name that screams luxury retreat. But, armed with a weekend craving and a budget that could barely cover a decent coffee, I booked it. And, well, what followed was… an experience. Buckle up, buttercups, because this review is going to be a rollercoaster.
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Snippet: Craving Malang without breaking the bank? My chaotic adventure at Super OYO 90488 Harwin Homestay! Honest review of accessibility, food, amenities, and my very unexpected experience with the "Spa." Is it worth the stay? Read on…
First Impressions & Getting There (The "Almost Arrived" Feeling)
Finding Harwin Homestay was an adventure in itself. Google Maps led me down a series of increasingly narrow alleyways, and I started to wonder if I'd accidentally wandered into someone's backyard. (Spoiler alert: I hadn't, but the feeling lingered.) Accessibility? Let's just say… the local roads were not designed with wheelchairs in mind. While the hotel itself claims to have Facilities for disabled guests (and an Elevator! – a godsend!), navigating the initial approach was a workout. I'm healthy and fit, thankfully.
Then, the check-in. I'm not going to lie, the lobby felt a little like a doctor's waiting room – bright, clean, and utterly devoid of personality (except maybe a lingering scent of disinfectant). The Check-in/out [express] feature was a welcome convenience, though. The staff, bless their hearts, were undeniably friendly but a bit…overwhelmed. My Front desk [24-hour] experience went something like this: "Welcome! Room… uh… 307! Enjoy!" No smiles, no helpful travel tips, just the room key, and a silent prayer.
Room Review (The Good, the Bad, and the Missing Toothbrush)
Right, ROOMS. This is where things got interesting. Let's start with the basics. My room had Air conditioning (praise the gods!), Free Wi-Fi (essential!), and a surprisingly comfy Bed. The Blackout curtains were AMAZING for a solid sleep. Yay!
I wouldn't call the room luxurious, mind you. The decor was…minimalist, let's put it that way. Think "functional" with a splash of "what they had left." My room had Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping (which, by the way, was spotless), Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mirror, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Wake-up service, and a Window that opens.
The downside? The Bathroom was… compact. Let’s just say I'm not a fan of intimate shower experiences. Oh, and the Toiletries? Minimal. Bring your own toothbrush and shampoo, people!
But let's keep it real: The Internet access – wireless was a LIFESAVER. I could work, I could stream, I could doom-scroll…all essential for my sanity.
Food & Drink (The Indonesian Buffet Adventure, and the Coffee Crisis)
Oh, the food. This is where Harwin Homestay started winning me over, and then promptly lost me.
There's a Restaurant (or, rather, a dining area) offering both Asian breakfast and Western breakfast. They had a Breakfast [buffet], which was included in the room rate. That's always a win, right? Initially, yes. The food was… well, let's say authentic. I’m talking the real deal: Nasi Goreng, Mee Goreng, some fried chicken… I’m a huge fan of Indonesian food. So, with a caffeine-fueled optimism, I dove in.
The Soup in restaurant was divine. A perfect cure for the previous night's hijinks. But here's where the "meh" crept in: the coffee. The Coffee/tea in restaurant situation was… dire. I’m not kidding. I swear, the coffee tasted like it had been brewed in a sock. Utterly undrinkable. I tried making my own in my room, but the in-room equipment was also lacking. I ended up hunting down a proper Indonesian coffee shop around the corner. (A must do!)
There's also a Snack bar, which came in handy for quick bites. They had a bar, too. Poolside! Poolside bar was a nice touch, but the cocktails were… well… strong. Like, "wake up and question your life choices" strong.
Ways to Relax & "Wellness" (The Spa Saga)
Okay, buckle up for this one. I booked a massage. Harwin Homestay advertises a Spa, a Sauna, a Steamroom, a Swimming pool, and various Spa/sauna services, including Body scrub and Body wrap. My expectations were…low. I was hoping for a basic massage and to relax poolside.
The Swimming pool? Absolutely glorious. Clean, refreshing, and with a view of…well, the surrounding buildings, but it was a nice escape.
Now, the "spa." My massage appointment went something like this:
- The Waiting Room: More sterile than a hospital ward. No calming music, no aromatherapy, just the distant rumble of the hotel's air conditioning.
- The Massage Therapist: Sweet, undeniably well-meaning, but seemed…inexperienced, to say the least. Let's just say the kneads were a bit…enthusiastic.
- The "Spa Room": A converted closet, basically. No ambiance, just…a massage table.
- The Massage Itself: Let's just say, I’ve had better massages. I felt like I left more tense than I arrived!
- The "Sauna" and "Steamroom": Non-existent. I found this out after asking.
So, my massage? A hilarious, and slightly painful, experience. The Fitness center was also… non-existent.
Cleanliness, Safety, & COVID-19 Protocols (The Disinfectant's Delight)
I was pleasantly surprised by Harwin Homestay's dedication to Cleanliness and safety. They had implemented several Anti-viral cleaning products practices. There was Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer available at every turn, and the staff were clearly trained in safety protocols. Rooms sanitized between stays – check! The Staff trained in safety protocol, wearing masks, and that sort. They went the extra mile. They even had Sanitized kitchen and tableware items. It was a relief.
They also offered Cashless payment service, Individually-wrapped food options and all the essential sanitization protocols.
Services & Conveniences (The Little Things That Matter, Except When They Don't)
They had a bunch of Services and conveniences: Air conditioning in public area, Cash withdrawal (the ATM was across the busy road), Daily housekeeping, Doorman (who mostly just waved), Elevator, a Laundry service (which I didn't use), Luggage storage, Safety deposit boxes (which I did use), Smoking area, and a Terrace.
I was particularly pleased by the Concierge service, but I never saw any service! Still, you can’t fault them for trying.
For the Kids (Family Friendly…ish)
There was no sign of Babysitting service or a Kids meal during my stay. I did see one family, so at least it’s Family/child friendly, but I didn’t see much in the way of kids amenities.
Getting Around (My Near-Death Taxi Ride)
The hotel offers Airport transfer (thankfully, because I was in no condition to navigate those alleyways again). They also have Car park [free of charge] and Taxi service. The taxi ride to the airport was…an adventure. I'
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Malang Mayhem & Homestay Humdrum: A Semi-Coherent Itinerary
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly curated Instagram travel feed. We're diving headfirst into the glorious, messy reality of a trip to Malang, Indonesia, specifically barricading ourselves in the hallowed halls (ahem, "homestay") of Super OYO 90488 Harwin. Let's see what happens, shall we?
Day 1: Arrival & Altitude Adjustment (aka, "Where's my Bintang?")
- Morning (or what passes for morning after a 16-hour flight): Land in Juanda International Airport, Surabaya. Ugh. Airports are the worst, aren't they? Smells of jet fuel and despair. Find a taxi. Haggle. Overpay, probably. Curse my inability to speak more than five words of Bahasa Indonesia. Realize I forgot to exchange enough currency. Panic.
- Midday: Arrive at Harwin Homestay. The pictures online looked… well, let’s just say they were taken with a very good lens. The reality? Charming in a slightly "grandma's attic" sort of way. The lobby, thankfully, offered a much-needed dose of cold air.
- Afternoon: Settle in. Explore the room. Discover the water heater is either broken or a master escape artist for cold water. Attempt to take a nap. Fail. The street noise is a symphony of scooters, car horns, and what sounds like a chicken trying to sing opera. Fail again. Begin to question all my life choices.
- Evening: Venture out. Wander around the neighborhood in a slightly dazed stupor. Find a warung (small local restaurant). Order something. Point at what looks vaguely appealing. Wait. Pray it's not spicy. It’s spicy. Sob quietly into my nasi goreng. Locate a warung that sells Bintang. Relief washes over me like a cleansing tsunami. Observe the locals chattering away and realize my Bahasa skills are pathetically limited. Watch traffic and marvel at the seeming chaos. It's… beautiful in it's own bizarre way.
- Night: Back at the homestay. Attempt to shower. Cold water. Again. Decide to embrace the grit. Crash, exhausted, into bed. Dream of hot showers and fluffy towels.
Day 2: Mt. Bromo Beckons (and My Legs Beg for Mercy)
- Pre-Dawn (because, sunrise, obviously): Wake up to the ominous ring of my alarm. This feels like a cruel betrayal of my quest for slumber. The tour is arranged and I'm getting a ride to Bromo.
- Early Morning: The car! The road is winding, treacherous in parts. So many hairpin turns. The air is chilly and smells faintly of sulfur. The jeep ride across the "sea of sand" towards Mt. Bromo is bumpy enough to jiggle your teeth loose. Finally reaching the base, the sheer scale of the volcano hits me like a punch to the gut. It's awe-inspiring. And the crowd is insane.
- Morning: The climb. Oh, the climb! The stairs are steep, uneven, and filled with selfie-stick-wielding tourists. My lungs scream in protest. I wheeze. I sweat. I contemplate giving up. But the view from the top… Holy. Freaking. Cow. The sunrise explodes across the sky, painting the landscape in vibrant hues of orange and pink. It's breathtaking. Utterly and completely worth the struggle. I'm on top of the world. For, like, fifteen minutes before the crowds get too much. Grab selfies. Regret them later.
- Afternoon: After a brief stop at a temple, back down, back in the jeep, and back in the car. Then a slow return to Malang. Legs are jelly. Body aches. Soul soars. Stop at a roadside stall for a massive plate of mie goreng (noodle dish) that tastes like pure, unadulterated joy.
- Evening: Back at the homestay. Attempt to shower. Give up. Slump on the bed. Watch some local TV, even though I understand zero Indonesian. Contemplate the absurdity of life. Fall asleep instantly.
Day 3: City Exploration & Culinary Adventures (and Mild Food Poisoning? Maybe?)
- Morning: Finally, a semi-decent night's sleep! The noise factor had dialed itself down a notch, I guess. Head out to explore the city of Malang. Navigate the bustling streets, marveling at the organized chaos.
- Midday: Explore the local markets. Try to haggle - miserably fail but still have fun. The sheer variety of fruits, spices, and knick-knacks is overwhelming. Buy some weird-looking fruit. Eat it. It's delicious but also a little… unsettling.
- Afternoon: Attempt to visit the Malang Tempoe Doeloe. It's supposed to be a museum, a glimpse into the past. But it's closed for the day. Sigh. Stroll. Take photos of the brightly painted buildings. Find a small, local warung for lunch. Eat some soto ayam - chicken soup, but the spices! Oh, the spices! Find a small coffee shop.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: The stomach grumbles. Stomach cramps start to visit. Maybe the fruit, the soup, or both! Spend a few hours in a restless state, wondering if a trip to the hospital is in order. I recover and take a walk.
- Night: Back at the homestay. Cautiously eat some plain crackers and drink plenty of water. Watch more local TV – suddenly, it's weirdly comforting. Sleep is fitful but thankfully interrupted by nothing other than the occasional scooter.
Day 4: Waterfall Wonder and Departure Preparations
- Morning: Wake up. Stomach is mostly okay, yay! Decided to visit Coban Rondo Waterfall!
- Midday: The waterfall is majestic, the walk to get here is beautiful. Enjoy the cool air.
- Afternoon: Lunch, shopping for some souvenirs.
- Evening: Pack. Realize I've accumulated way too many souvenirs. Panic about the weight restrictions on my flight. Scramble to reorganize. Decide to just wear everything on the plane. Get some last-minute Bintang. Reflect on the trip – the good, the bad, the deliciously spicy.
- Night: Back at the homestay. Attempt a final, ultimately unsuccessful, hot shower. Stare out the window at the streetlights. Contemplate the mysteries of the universe. Fall asleep, already half-missing this chaotic, beautiful, imperfect adventure.
Day 5: Farewell Malang (and the Promise of More Adventures)
- Morning: Wake up. Check out. Taxi to the airport. The memories are already starting to blur. But the taste of spicy Indonesian food, the feeling of the warm sun and the breathtaking climb to the top of the volcano—those memories will stay with me forever.
- Departure: Plane. Airport. Goodbye, Malang. Until next time, you crazy, beautiful place. And Harwin Homestay, well, you were… an experience. Thanks for the memories, even the slightly moldy ones. Now, where's my next adventure?
Super OYO 90488 Harwin Homestay: You Want the REAL Tea? (Malang Edition)
Okay, spill the tea. Is Harwin Homestay *actually* a hidden gem? Or just…hidden?
Alright, here's the breakdown, straight from the slightly jaded travel veteran. "Hidden gem" feels like a phrase slapped on everything these days, right? And yes, Harwin Homestay is definitely *tucked away.* It's like, you follow a Google Maps route that gets progressively sketchier, past some chickens doing their business, and then BAM! You're at the gate. Gem? Maybe. Potentially tarnished gem? Possibly. It really, *really* depends on what you're looking for. If you want gleaming perfection? Look elsewhere. If you want… *character*, a slightly chaotic charm, and a truly local experience (warts and all), then yeah, maybe. I'm still trying to decide if my stay leaned more "charming" or "slightly terrifying." More on that later.
What's the deal with the "Super OYO" part? Does it feel…corporate?
Okay, so "Super OYO"... Ugh. The brand name alone is enough to give a seasoned traveller some PTSD. It's a double-edged sword, really. On one hand, you *know* there's some standardization (or at least...attempted standardization) involved. On the other hand, it’s OYO, and you're probably not getting the swankiest of experiences. Harwin, in my experience, *felt* more like a family-run homestay that *happens* to be listed under the OYO umbrella. Think of it as like, grandma's cozy house, but with the faint whiff of mass marketing creeping in from the edges. There were definitely times when the OYO aspect was present – the slightly glitchy app, the generic "Welcome!" messages on TV. But honestly? It was overshadowed by the… well, the *homestay* part. The family, bless their hearts, felt like they were genuinely trying to make me comfortable. And that counted for a LOT.
Let's talk about the rooms! What are they *actually* like? Photos rarely tell the truth.
Right, the rooms. Okay. Prepare yourself for… *rustic*. Let's just say "modern minimalism" isn't really the vibe. Think comfortable, but well-loved. My room had a slightly mismatched collection of furniture – a bed that was surprisingly comfy (thank goodness!), a desk that wobbled precariously, and a wardrobe that screamed "vintage!" The cleanliness? Acceptable, but not hospital-sterile. Remember those chickens? You might *occasionally* hear them. And the water pressure in the shower? Sporadic. Sometimes, it was a blissful stream; other times, it was a slow, disheartening trickle. I'd recommend stocking up on bottled water, which, in my case, was a very good move because...
Speaking of the room, what about the bed? Was it comfy?
The bed. Oh, the bed! Okay, this is where I have to give Harwin some serious props. I'm a relatively small person, but I like my beds. The bed at Harwin? Surprisingly comfy. Like, I could easily have fallen asleep at any point of the day and easily done without all meals. the pillows were plush, the mattress felt sturdy and surprisingly, the sheets even smelled fresh. After a day of exploring Malang which is honestly more tiring than you think, a good night's sleep is everything. The bed was a godsend, and I'd happily sink into it again. It was almost worth any of the other slightly quirky things - almost.
Food! Is breakfast included? And if so… is it edible?
Breakfast *is* usually included. And…yes, it was edible. And that's about the best compliment I can give it. Don't expect a gourmet feast. It consisted of the basics: maybe some nasi goreng (fried rice), some toast with (questionable quality) jam, maybe a fried egg that looked like it had seen better days. But honestly? It filled a hole. And the family? They kept offering me more, even when I was clearly struggling to finish my meager portion. It's the thoughtfulness that really makes it worthwhile. But also, if you're a picky eater or used to lavish hotel breakfasts, consider bringing your own snacks. I learned that the hard way. Like, really, really hard. There was a time, I swear...
Is there Wi-Fi? Because I’m addicted to the internet.
Yes, there *is* Wi-Fi. But let's just say it’s not high-speed. It's… functional. Think of it like a very patient, slightly elderly tortoise. It *will* eventually get you where you need to go. But don’t expect to stream Netflix. You’ll be doing a lot of...waiting. And praying. I swear, there was a night when I was desperately trying to upload photos to Instagram, and the Wi-Fi decided to stage a coup. Emotional breakdown? Maybe. Okay, yes. It was a bit of a disaster. But hey, it also forced me to disconnect and, you know, *look* at the world around me. So, glass half full, right? Or half-full of buffering, maybe?
What's the staff like? Are they helpful? Do they speak English?
The staff…or rather, the family…are the absolute heart and soul of Harwin. They're incredibly warm, friendly, and genuinely want you to have a good time. English? Ehhh… there are varying degrees of proficiency. Some of the younger members spoke it better than others. But honestly? Communication wasn't *that* much of an issue. Lots of hand gestures, smiles, and Google Translate. And they made up for any language barriers with sheer, unadulterated kindness. They helped me arrange a taxi, gave me directions (even though I ended up hopelessly lost anyway), and kept offering me tea and snacks. It’s that personal touch that makes it feel less like a hotel and more like staying with relatives, even if those relatives speak a different language. Even when they *did* manage to misunderstand my very simple request of water, they were genuinely apologetic and made up for the inconvenience. They were amazing, really amazing. That's one of the major reasons I can give this place more good marks than bad.
What's the location like? Easy to get around?
Location… is a mixed bag. It's not directly inHotel Whisperer
