Jakarta's Chicest Minimalist 1BR: Bassura City Gem!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving deep into Jakarta's Chicest Minimalist 1BR: Bassura City Gem! – or at least, that's what they call it. Let's see if the hype matches the reality, shall we? This isn't your average corporate hotel review; this is a brutally honest, caffeine-fueled assessment, complete with my own personal baggage.
First Impressions & Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, Honestly.
Okay, so Bassura City Gem… it sounds fancy, doesn't it? Like you’re about to walk into some sleek, zen-like haven. The reality? Well, let's just say getting to the "Gem" is already an adventure. Jakarta traffic is… legendary. Arriving, I had to navigate the usual chaos – scooters buzzing, street vendors hawking, the general beautiful madness of Indonesian life. Accessibility is… sort of there. The website says "Facilities for disabled guests," but I didn't actually see any ramps or anything immediately obvious. (And honestly, I'm not disabled, so it's difficult to be definitive.) Elevator, yes! Which, in Jakarta, is a win. Getting around Jakarta itself? Good luck – think less curb cuts, more… adventure.
The Room – Minimalist? More Like… Spartan, Dude.
Now, the real test: the 1BR. I'm expecting minimalist, which also translates to "small" in some cases. And yeah, this place is compact. But, honestly, it's well… clean, right? The air conditioning works, which is a HUGE plus in Jakarta's humidity.
- Available in all rooms: Air conditioning? Check. Alarm clock? Check. Blackout curtains? Praise be, check! (Trust me, you need those blackout curtains. The sun's a beast here.) Bathrobes, slippers? YES! (I'm a sucker for a good bathrobe.)
- The Bedding Situation: The bed? Comfy enough. The pillows? Not the cloud-like perfection of a five-star, but hey, I'm not complaining after a day of battling traffic. Extra long bed? Thank goodness because I'm 6 feet tall.
- The Internet Saga: Free Wi-Fi? Yes! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms?! YES!…and it actually worked, bless up. This is a legitimate miracle to be documented. Internet [LAN]? I didn't even bother. (Who's setting up a LAN in a hotel room in 2024?!)
- Little things that count: Complimentary tea and Free bottled water? Nice touch. A refrigerator to shove my Bintang into? Essential. A "desk" – really a small table – to work from? Perfect. The "Laptop workspace" – I'd say more like, you can put your laptop on it. The "window that opens"? Okay, maybe not exactly that important.
"Things To Do," "Ways to Relax" – Or, the "Does This Place Actually Have a Soul?" Question.
Let's be real: you're not just staying in a room; you're trying to live – or at least, survive – Jakarta. I had higher hopes for relaxation. Which, for me, meant finding a decent swimming pool.
- The Pool with a View: The outdoor pool was actually quite nice, and it did have a view. (I'm going to take a moment here as I did not know anything about the world was a pool with a view. Still, the view was of… more buildings. Not exactly Bali-esque, but it was a blessed escape from the Jakarta heat).
- The "Spa/Sauna" Situation: There’s a sauna and steamroom. Did I use them? Sadly, no. Because, honestly, after a day of dodging motorbikes, I was too lazy.
- Fitness Center: I didn't try the gym. (Look, I'm on vacation).
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – The Fuel of Life (and the Potential for Disaster).
Food is crucial. Especially in Indonesia, and thankfully, Bassura City Gem kind of delivers here.
- Breakfast: Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, Breakfast [buffet]? Yes, yes, and YES! (Though the buffet was a tad underwhelming, it was acceptable.)
- Restaurants/Coffee Shop: There's a coffee shop (essential for my survival). A bar where they serve drinks (Even more for the essentials), and several restaurants. Did I try everything? No, of course not. But the Asian cuisine restaurant was actually pretty good. (They did a decent Nasi Goreng).
- Room Service [24-hour]. Ah, glorious room service. Got some late-night snacks. Score!
Cleanliness and Safety: Because, You Know, Covid Happened.
Okay, so they're trying. I appreciated the:
- Hand sanitizer everywhere.
- Daily disinfection in common areas.
- Rooms sanitized between stays.
Did I feel completely safe? Well, as safe as you can feel in a city of 10 million people. There was CCTV in common areas, and Security [24-hour], so that's a plus.
Services and Conventionalities – The Stuff That Makes a Hotel… Well, a Hotel.
- The Staff: Generally, the staff were polite, helpful, and trying their best.
- Laundry service. (Thank God!)
- Concierge: Did I use it? Yes. For directions.
- Cash withdrawal, Currency exchange: Convenient.
- Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, and Luggage storage: All there, all essential.
For the Kids: Bringing the Little Ones? (Good luck!)
There were Babysitting service? listed on the sheet, Kids facilities? I didn't see them. (Honestly, I was too focused on surviving the traffic to worry about kids).
The Bottom Line – Is Bassura City Gem Worth It?
Okay, here's the deal: Bassura City Gem is a solid choice for the price. If you're looking for a stylish, Instagram-worthy getaway, this isn't necessarily it. But if you want a clean, functional, conveniently located base of operations from which to explore Jakarta without breaking the bank? Then yes, absolutely.
My Final Verdict: 7/10. Definitely a Gem… if you manage your expectations.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Because this isn't your average, perfectly-polished travel itinerary. This is my mental scrapbook, smeared with coffee stains and the lingering scent of instant noodles, documenting my chaotic, beautiful, and utterly human trip to that little slice of Jakarta heaven: Good Minimalist 1BR Bassura City By Travelio. Prepare for a rollercoaster.
ITINERARY: JAKARTA – The City That Never Sleeps (And Probably Never Cleans)
Day 1: Arrival and Utter Overwhelm
- Morning (Jakarta Time): Landed at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport (CGK). My first impression? Humidity. It slapped me in the face like a rogue monsoon. Immigration was… an experience. Let's just say my passport photo doesn't do me any favors.
- Transportation: Taxi Madness! Decided to be "brave" and haggle for a taxi. "Brave" is code for "completely clueless." Finally, after what felt like an eternity of frantic hand gestures and terrible Bahasa Indonesia (my apologies!), I secured a (hopefully) legit taxi to Bassura City. The drive was a blur of scooters, honking, and buildings that seemed to be growing directly out of the pavement. Honestly, I think I aged a year in that hour-long journey.
- Afternoon: Bassura City Bliss (and Instant Regret) Reached the holy grail: Bassura City. Found my Travelio apartment. "Minimalist," the description promised. "Cramped with a questionable view," my reality confirmed. The view? A concrete jungle, punctuated by the occasional clothesline and the distant sound of… rooster. ROOSTERS, people! In the city! Already, I was questioning every life choice that led me here.
- Late Afternoon: Survival Strategy: Coffee and Convenience Store Therapy. Faced with my cockroach that I saw in the balcony, I needed immediate replenishment and a distraction. Found Indomaret (the Indonesian version of a 7-Eleven), where I fell in love with the local coffee (kopi susu). The air conditioning was a balm to my soul. Stocked up on instant noodles, snacks, and a small bottle of insect repellent . My survival kit was complete.
- Evening: The Curse of the Air Conditioner! The air conditioner in my apartment… let’s just say it had its own agenda. It blasted arctic air at irregular intervals, alternating between freezing me and leaving me bathed in a swamp of sweat. I spent the night in a state of shivering near-hypothermia.
Day 2: Exploring Like a (Slightly) Less Clueless Tourist
- Morning: Breakfast Adventure & Street Food Fear. Braved the streets for breakfast. Found a warung (small food stall) near the apartment. Ordered something that looked enticing, a mix of fried rice, chicken, and… unidentifiable green things. It was delicious - yet my stomach was doing backflips half-an-hour later. This is the price of adventure, I guess.
- Transportation: The Ojek Saga. Decided to attempt an ojek (motorcycle taxi). Hailed one via the Gojek app (bless technology). The ride was… exhilarating. I clung on for dear life, convinced I was going to become one with Jakarta's asphalt. Weaved through traffic like a caffeinated hummingbird. Truly a unique experience.
- Afternoon: The Grand Indonesia Mall Experience. Made it to the Grand Indonesia Mall. This place is MONSTROUS. Went from the bustling streets to a temple of consumerism. Compared to the concrete jungle and the dusty streets, it was a breath of fresh air. Window-shopped (couldn't afford anything). Had a terrible smoothie. Felt a pang of longing for my humble, air-conditioned abode.
- Late Afternoon: The Return of the Roach & Ramen Rage. Back at the apartment, I found myself engaged in a high-stakes staring contest with a cockroach. I'm not ashamed to say that the cockroach won. That, combined with the air conditioner's ongoing vendetta, led to a full-blown ramen-fueled meltdown. I ate a whole pack of instant noodles. In my defense, the air conditioner was still a terrorist.
- Evening: Stargazing (Sort Of). Sat on my balcony (away from the roach), and gazed up. The Jakarta night sky is a tapestry of… smog and a few, faint stars. Still, it was strangely peaceful. Started to realize maybe I wasn't completely miserable.
Day 3: Culture Shock Meets Culinary Triumph (with a Side of Melodrama)
- Morning: The National Monument (Monas). Decided to be cultured. Dragged myself to Monas (National Monument). The sheer scale of the thing is impressive. The crowds, less so. Learned something about Indonesian history. Sweated profusely. Took far too many selfies.
- Transportation: Metro-Madness. Brave the MRT (the underground) to get to the Monas. It was clean, modern, and a welcome escape from the chaos above. The train was packed. Found a good, solid space.
- Afternoon: Food Glorious Food! Drove to a local Indonesian resto and ordered a mix of local food. It was heaven. Everything was spiced just right. It was a culinary epiphany. I've never tasted flavors like that before.
- Late Afternoon: The Return of the Roach (The Sequel). More cockroaches. At this point, the infestation was becoming a personal vendetta.
- Evening: Apartment-Bound, and Peace. Back at the apartment. Despite the roaches, the AC, and the general sensory overload, I was starting to get… used to it. The sounds, the smells, the utter madness. I was tired, food coma, and happy to be.
Day 4: Departure and the Lingering Taste of Jakarta’s… Everything.
- Morning: Last Breakfast & Goodbye, Jakarta. Had one final Indonesian breakfast, at the food stall, and said my farewells to the incredibly kind woman running it. It was simple, but it was real. Checked out of my apartment and took the flight from Jakarta.
- Transportation: Taxi: Round 2. The taxi to the airport was thankfully uneventful. (Note to self: Learn to speak Indonesian.)
- Afternoon: Airport Blues & Departure. At the airport, I waited in line, and drank more local coffee. Jakarta, you were a blast. Well, a chaotic, humid, sometimes-terrifying, but ultimately unforgettable blast.
Reflections:
Jakarta is not a city for the faint of heart. It's a sensory overload, a test of your patience, and a masterclass in embracing the unexpected. However, it also has warmth, beauty, and a captivating energy that gets under your skin. Would I go back? Absolutely. Just maybe with a different apartment, a professional exorcist for the cockroaches, and a better command of the language. And maybe, just maybe, a slightly less adventurous taste in street food.
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Bassura City Gem: The Unfiltered Truth - FAQs (and My Rants!)
What's so "Chic" about this Bassura City place, anyway? Is it really all that minimalist?
Okay, so "Chic" is a bit of a stretch. Let's be real. It's Jakarta. "Chic" is often synonymous with "trying REALLY hard." BUT! The Bassura City Gem (as I've dubbed it, because the actual name felt boring) actually *tries* to be minimalist. I mean, the ONE-BEDROOM is, by necessity, forced into a certain level of restraint, right? Less space, less junk. I walked in, expecting a shoebox, and honestly? The layout's kinda clever. They've tried to maximize the space. Clever, not always successful, but hey, A for effort.
My first impression? "Wow, it's...beige." Everything is beige. Beige walls, beige curtains, beige, beige, beige. It's like living inside a giant, slightly depressing cookie. BUT! Then, you start looking closer. It's got clean lines, a decent balcony (crucial for Jakarta air!), and the built-in storage is actually quite functional. It's a canvas, people! A beige, maybe slightly boring, canvas. But a canvas nonetheless. You can layer on the "chic" yourself. Just please, for the love of all that is holy, *don't* go for beige furniture.
How's the location? Is it easy to get around? Because traffic in Jakarta is...well...
Oof. The location. This is where things get...complicated. Bassura City is in East Jakarta, which is...well, it's *East Jakarta*. It's not central. It's not, like, RIGHT by all the cool expat hangouts. Transportation is a major thing to plan around.
Let's be honest, traffic is a beast. I, personally, had a *nightmare* experience trying to get a Grab (ride-hailing service) during rush hour. I stood there, sweating, watching the little car icon creep along the app like a snail in molasses. Took forever! The good thing? You're close to the toll road. If you can get on it, you might actually, you know, *move*. Public transport, it's there. Buses are packed, which, you know, it's Jakarta. KRL (commuter train) is an option, but it's a bit of a walk. Honestly? Prepare to be frustrated. Plan your life around the traffic gods.
Pro-tip: Learn to love your Gojek or Grab driver. They become your lifeline. And tip them well. They deserve it.
Okay, so I'm considering living there. What's the deal with the amenities at Bassura City? Pool? Gym? Restaurants? The essentials!
The amenities? They're...there. The pool? Looked alright from afar, it did have people in it! I'd say it's not a resort, but it's a pool. The gym? Hmmm. I peeked in. It's not the fanciest gym in the world, but it exists. You can lift weights. You can run on a treadmill (while staring out a window, no scenic view, just more buildings...Jakarta life).
And the restaurants! Okay, this is where they win back some points.. There's a mix of local warungs (small, casual eateries) and some slightly more upscale (but still affordable) places. You will not starve, let's put it that way. The 24-hour minimarket is a lifesaver, let me tell you. 2 am craving? Boom. Snacks acquired. Coffee? Good coffee is harder to come by, and I was craving it the most. So, it is not the worst. You can get your fix.
What about the noise? Jakarta's a loud city. How's the soundproofing?
Soundproofing... Well, it greatly depends on your neighbors. Look, Jakarta is a symphony of car horns, motorbikes, street vendors, and the ever-present chorus of construction. My experience? Let's just say it wasn't the quietest place. I definitely heard my neighbor's karaoke sessions at 2 am. The walls are not soundproof, folks. Invest in some earplugs. Or, if your neighbors are musically inclined, join in! (I didn't, but maybe I should have.)"
Is it safe there? What about security?
Security is pretty good, generally. There are guards, and they seem to take their job seriously. But, as with any place, you still need to be aware of your surroundings. Don't leave your valuables lying around. Common sense, really. I felt safer than I have in some other areas of Jakarta, but don't be complacent. Keep your wits about you.
What's the biggest drawback to living in this "Chic Minimalist" place?
Oh, man. The biggest drawback? Hmm... Actually, it is the... THE CONSTRUCTION. I remember it was my actual hell during a period I stayed. Construction is a constant companion in Jakarta, always. New buildings going up, renovations happening. There was SO MUCH NOISE. And dust! So much dust! I think I cleaned up the dust every other hour on the hour!
I remember one day, I was working from home (because, well, traffic). The hammering started. And it didn't stop. Like, for hours. I tried to ignore it. I put on noise-canceling headphones. Nope. Didn't work. The hammering was *inside my head*. I finally just had to give up and take a break. It was soul-crushing. So, yeah...the construction. It will test your patience. It will try your sanity. Be prepared. And maybe invest in a good pair of noise-canceling headphones. And a therapist.
Would you recommend the Bassura City Gem for someone looking for a place in Jakarta?
Ah, the million-dollar question. It depends. It really, REALLY depends. If you're on a budget, and/or if you're okay with a bit of a commute? Maybe. If you like the idea of a relatively modern apartment that's trying for minimalist aesthetics, and you can deal with the beige? Potentially. If you are sensitive to noise, are not a fan of traffic, and want to be in the center of the action? Run, don't walk, in the opposite direction.
Look, it's not a bad place. It just...is what it is. Jakarta. And Jakarta is a wild ride. Manage your expectations. Embrace the chaos. Bring your own "chic." And for the love of all things holy, pack your earplugs.
