Escape to Pocahontas: Days Inn & Suites Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the Days Inn & Suites in Pocahontas. Forget perfectly polished travel reviews, this is gonna be real. Expect spills, thrills, and maybe a few tears (mostly from laughter, hopefully).
First Impressions: The "Accessibility" Gauntlet (and a Few Glitches)
Let's be honest, accessibility is HUGE and I'm gonna be brutally honest. The website said accessible, which is already a win. But the question is: how accessible really? Well, I'm happy to report, it was a bit of a mixed bag.
- Wheelchair accessible? Yep, ramps galore! The lobby was pleasantly wide open, and the elevators seemed to be readily available. The hallways, though, were a BIT tight. I'm talking "shoulder-to-wall" tight if you're not rocking a nimble chair.
- Elevator? Blessedly present. Essential, right?
- Facilities for disabled guests? I didn't use the bathroom for disabled guests, but there are some issues with the size.
Room Rundown: Comfort vs. Combat
Okay, let's get into MY room. My room, the sanctuary, the…well, you get the idea.
- The "Cleanliness and Safety" Obsession: I'm a germaphobe in a pandemic, so let's get this out of the way: The Days Inn showed signs of trying. "Professional-grade sanitizing services" and "rooms sanitized between stays" are music to my overly cautious ears. I noticed "hand sanitizer" dispensers in the lobby but did not use them.
- "Air Conditioning and Blackout Curtains – My God, I've Died and Gone to Hotel Heaven": The room temperature was easy to control, and the blackout curtains were a godsend. I mean, seriously, who needs sunshine when you're battling a serious case of jet lag?
- The Amenities Gauntlet:
- Free Wi-Fi in All Rooms! Thank the heavens. No more paying for overpriced internet!
- Coffee/Tea Maker: Always a plus.
- Fridge: Fantastic for stashing those emergency snacks and…well…drinks.
- Internet access – Wireless: It worked, thank God!
- Desk, Laptop workspace, Ironing facilities: Standard fare.
- And then, the "extras." The towels were fluffy, and I appreciated the little things like the in-room safe box.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Buffet Brigade (and a Sneaky Snack)
- Breakfast [buffet] I'm a buffet fiend, so the breakfast was a total dealbreaker. I'll be honest. However, Covid-19 has definitely impacted the buffet game. Everything was pre-packaged, and while safe, it kind of lost some of it's charm. Also, an Asian breakfast was on the menu!
- Restaurants & Bar: Didn't use them, so can't comment!
- "Snack Bar" Oh boy. A tiny little convenience store. I am always a sucker for this stuff.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: Spa Dreams Dashed (or Maybe Just Delayed)
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: It looked lovely, but it was a little chilly for swimming.
- Fitness center: Didn’t check it out, but I'm assuming the usual boring-ness.
- Spa/sauna, Massage, Body scrub, Body wrap: OKAY, this is where things got a little… disappointing. The website mentioned these delights, but they weren't actually available at the time of my visit. A big bummer, honestly. I was REALLY looking forward to a massage. This is a BIG area of negative feedback.
Safety & Security – Did I Feel Safe, Though?
- CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Security [24-hour], Front desk [24-hour]: The Days Inn seemed to take safety seriously. Cameras everywhere, front desk manned around the clock. This made me feel better.
- Important Notes: The hotel is in a great location, so this is a definite plus.
The "For the kids" Factor
I wasn't traveling with kids. However, a hotel with a family-friendly air is always a good sign. The Days Inn had "Kids facilities" (presumably a playground? Toys? Maybe) the website didn't have a lot of information about these amenities.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
- **Air conditioning in public area, Daily housekeeping, Elevator, Luggage storage, Safe deposit boxes: ** all good. Standard and useful!
- Cash withdrawal, Convenience store, Doctor/nurse on call, Dry cleaning, Ironing service, Laundry service, Taxi service: All good.
Getting Around: Road Warrior Ready!
- Airport transfer, Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Taxi service: Solid! Parking was super easy, and it was located close to major highways.
Overall Verdict: The Bottom Line
The Days Inn & Suites in Pocahontas is a solid choice. It's not perfect, and it has some areas where it really needs some attention… But for the price point, it's a safe and reasonably comfortable place to lay your head.
My Opinion:
I recommend Days Inn & Suites in Pocahontas.
NOW, THE HOOK. HERE'S THE PITCH!
Tired of the same old boring hotel experiences? Ready for an adventure that won't break the bank? Escape to Pocahontas!
- Perfect for budget travellers and those on the go.
- Comfortable, clean rooms with free Wi-Fi and all the essentials.
- Conveniently located near [mention cool landmarks or attractions].
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Escape to Paradise: Adults-Only Luxury in Ocho Rios
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's meticulously planned travel itinerary. This is the truth about surviving a trip… to Pocahontas, Arkansas, specifically the Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham. And let me tell you, surviving is the operative word.
Day 1: Arrival & the Great Coffee Debacle (or, How I Learned to Love Watered-Down Caffeine)
- 1:00 PM - Arrival: Okay, first things first: the drive. It was supposed to be pleasant, scenic even (haha, scenic in Arkansas?). Instead, it was a biblical rainstorm, complete with Noah's Ark aspirations. I arrived looking like a drowned rat, hair plastered to my forehead, and already questioning my life choices. The Days Inn lobby, bless its heart, offered a strange, slightly medicinal smell that I suspect is a hybrid of air freshener and regret.
- 1:15 PM - Check-in Chaos: The front desk person, bless her, seemed equally traumatized by the weather. She fumbled with the keys, muttered something about "internet troubles," and eventually, after a solid five minutes of clicking and clacking, I had a key card. Victory! (Sort of. It's hard to feel victorious when your socks are still damp.)
- 1:30 PM - Room Reconnaissance: The room… well, it existed. It had a bed, a TV with a slightly questionable selection of channels (apparently, I was in a parallel universe where the Weather Channel was the only form of entertainment), and a coffee maker. Ah, the coffee maker. This is where the real drama began. I followed the instructions, meticulously measured the grounds (a rookie mistake, as it turned out), and… nothing. Literally, nothing. I brewed a cup of what tasted like faintly flavored hot water. Tragedy. I texted my friend, Emily, who once nearly burnt a church down trying to boil water for tea, "I think I'm going to become an alcoholic."
- 2:00 PM - Attempted Meal Acquisition: I was hungry. Desperate. I ventured out in search of sustenance. Let me tell you, navigating Pocahontas in the downpour was an adventure in itself. I eventually found a place called "The Burger Barn." Let's just say the burger was… memorable. In a way that I'm not sure I want to remember.
- 3:00 PM - Room Service (Self-Inflicted): Back at the Days Inn, I'm still bummed about. the coffee and the burger. I decide to treat myself to a snack from the vending machine: a Snickers bar and a bag of chips. So, there it is: my culinary journey. I devour my vending machine bounty.
- 7:00 PM - TV Trudge: I am trying my best to enjoy myself, but I can't stop thinking about the watered down coffee. I decide to just embrace it! I find a really campy movie on cable that kept me occupied and entertained.
- 9:00 PM - The Bed Beckons: I succumb to the siren song of the Days Inn bed, which is surprisingly comfortable after the day's ordeal. I drift off to sleep, dreaming of strong coffee and slightly less soggy weather.
Day 2: Exploring (Sort Of) & the Pool of Misery (or, Why I'm Never Swimming Again)
- 7:00 AM - Coffee (Part 2): Against my better judgment, I attempted the coffee situation again. Same result. This time, though, I was prepared. I added extra grounds, then extra grounds again. I'm pretty sure I was brewing tar, but I was too emotionally exhausted to care.
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast Panic: The "complimentary breakfast" at the Days Inn. Let's just say it was a culinary exploration of the uncanny valley. The "scrambled eggs" were a pale, rubbery rectangle. The "sausage" resembled something from a science experiment. I opted for a lukewarm waffle and a banana. I'm pretty sure the banana was judging me.
- 9:00 AM - Local Discovery (Attempted): I actually tried to venture out! The rain had calmed down. I decided to explore the "downtown" area. It was charming if you like charming in a "blink and you'll miss it" kind of way. I briefly considered buying a t-shirt from a local shop but was scared to engage the shop keeper.
- 11:00 AM - The Pool Disaster: The pool. Oh, the pool. I'd seen it advertised. Clean, inviting… a respite from the general feeling of existential dread. Wrong. So, so wrong. First of all, the water was freezing. Secondly, there was a suspicious green tinge to the water. Thirdly, there was a rogue (and possibly possessed?) floating rubber ducky. I touched the water with the tip of my toe, and it actually hurt. I went back to my room. I'm not sure I'll ever swim again.
- 1:00 PM - Lunch (Repeat Incident): Back at The Burger Barn, I decided to try something new. It was a mistake.
- 2:00 PM - Room Re-Enterance: I found myself at the Days Inn, the only place that felt safe. I watch television and read a book.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner: After another day I decided to skip the Burger Barn this time, so I decided to get a microwaveable dinner. The selection was poor, but it sufficed.
- 9:00 PM - Reflection: I am realizing that I should have planned a better trip, but I can't decide how I feel. Some days I am happy, and some days I am sad.
Day 3: Escape Plan & the Last Stand (or, Saying Goodbye to Pocahontas)
- 7:00 AM - Coffee (The Final Chapter): Okay, I gave it one last shot. I accepted my fate of a weak, watery brew. I drank it and resigned to the fact.
- 8:00 AM - Breakfast, Rematch: The rubbery eggs and the suspicious sausage were still there. The banana was still judging me. I ate a waffle with a grim determination, like I was facing a condemned meal.
- 9:00 AM - Check Out & Get Out: I packed, gathered my belongings, and checked out. The front desk lady greeted me warmly. I thanked her warmly. I didn't tell her about the coffee, or the pool, or the emotional rollercoaster. I just felt relieved to be leaving.
- 9:30 AM - Final Thoughts: As I drove away from the Days Inn & Suites, I wondered if I was forever changed by my time in Pocahontas. Probably not. But I will never forget the coffee, and the rubbery eggs, and the rogue ducky of doom. And hey, at least I have a story to tell. And a newfound appreciation for good coffee. And maybe, just maybe, I'll plan a trip somewhere… anywhere… else, next time.
So, What *Is* This Thing Anyway? (Honestly, I'm Still Figuring It Out...)
Alright, alright, lay off. If I knew *exactly* what "this thing" was, wouldn't I be a *professional* at it? Look, it's basically a collection of... things. Ideas. Thoughts. Experiences. Ramblings. Okay, maybe more ramblings than anything else. It's like, you know those times when you're thinking *really* hard about something, and then your brain just takes off like a kitten chasing a laser pointer? That's kind of what we're doing here. Expect a wild ride, because I have no idea where we're going.
Why are you doing this? Like, what's the *point*? (Besides the imminent existential dread, I mean...)
Honestly? No idea. Seriously. Maybe it's a cry for help? A desperate attempt to connect with… someone? Mostly, it's just... it’s that feeling that something inside is *itching* to get out. Like, I've got all these thoughts swirling around in my head, and it's either this or I start talking to the squirrels in the park (and trust me, they’re already eyeing me suspiciously). Oh, and also... I'm a terrible writer. So this is likely *terrible*, but that's the fun of it, right? Right? Just kidding kinda.
Is this going to be... organized? (Pray for us all.)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, honey, bless your sweet, naive heart. Organized? Me? I can barely find my socks. I'm not saying there *won't* be any structure, but expect it to be more like a loosely-knitted sweater than a well-oiled machine. Consider this your official warning: *Chaos reigns supreme*. I'll put things loosely into categories. Probably. Maybe. Don't hold your breath.
What will you be talking about then?
Good question! See, sometimes I think I should focus on *one* thing, be an expert at that particular thing. Maybe... knitting? No, no, way too much yarn. Photography? Oh, the upkeep of the camera is stressful. Baking? I'd probably eat all the batter. See, I'm all over the place! But if I had to give an answer? Experiences. Feelings. The everyday. And... hopefully, some really, really good rants.
Will you *ever* shut up?
Probably not. Look, I can't promise I *won't* bore you to tears. I'm already worried about that, okay? But the idea is to be real, and real people... well, we don't always know when to stop talking! So, strap in. It could get messy. It's already messy.
Anything you *won't* talk about? Is there a line?
Hmm. Okay, good question. I'm planning on being pretty open. The *line*? Okay, I won't reveal anyone's personal details. I will probably try to keep things *relatively* PG-13... except when I'm not. So, in order: Personal details? No. Kids? Probably not. Political stuff? Only if it's incredibly relevant... and even then, probably not. But everything else? Fair game. Unless my brain jumps a different direction. Which it totally will.
So, Uh... what about your *opinion* on things?
Oh, honey, I *have* many opinions! And they are *strong*. I'm not afraid to share them. I *live* for sharing them. I will fully admit that I'm probably wrong about EVERYTHING, at least sometimes. But I'm passionate! So be prepared for opinions, for emotional reactions, and maybe, just maybe, a good old-fashioned rant. Like, for example...
Can I ask you anything?
Go for it! Unless it involves revealing my Social Security number or my deepest, darkest fears. (Okay, maybe I *will* reveal those, because, like I said, I have no filter...) Send your questions! Just be warned, though. I reserve the right to completely ignore them or to give a completely irrelevant answer.
What about the good stuff? Like, what makes you happy?
Oh, man. This is the good stuff. Real, honest, straight-up happiness. Okay, here goes: Coffee. Books. The smell of rain on dry pavement. Laughing so hard you snort. Animals – all animals, except maybe spiders, I am not a fan. Actually *doing* something creative, even if it's bad. A really warm hug. Seeing someone else succeed. Those tiny moments, you know? The ones that stop you in your tracks. Those are *everything*. And when they're happening? Pure, unadulterated, *good* stuff. I love that.
And the bad stuff? What makes you want to scream?
Oh, trust me, I’ve got a laundry list for this one. People who chew with their mouths open. That *stupid* repetitive song stuck in my head right now. Rude people. People who are just plain *mean* for no reason. The endless, soul-crushing grind of everyday life. The way the world seems to actively conspire against you when you're already having a bad day. Yeah, it's a bit much, sometimes. You know what? I'll get back to you on this one. It's a lot. The *worst* is... you know what? It's too much. Let's focus on the happy things!
So, what can I *expect*? Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?
Unpredictability. Probably a lot of rambling. Occasional bursts of brilliance (I hope!).Serene Getaways
Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham Pocahontas Pocahontas (AR) United States
Days Inn & Suites by Wyndham Pocahontas Pocahontas (AR) United States
