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Luxury Samuil Apartments: My Burgas Bliss - A Review (and a Little Rant)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't going to be your average, sterile hotel review. We're diving headfirst into Luxury Samuil Apartments in Burgas, Bulgaria, and I'm spilling ALL the tea. Expect some gushing, some gripes, and probably a whole lot of "OMG, remember that time…?" Let's get this Bulgarianske party started!
First Impressions (and the Accessibility Angle - Let's Tackle This Head-On)
Right off the bat, I need to shout out the accessibility. (Accessibility). Finding truly accessible places in a city, especially a beautiful, historic one like Burgas, can be a pain. But Luxury Samuil seems to get it. Facilities for disabled guests are definitely there. I didn't personally need them, but I saw elevator access, which is HUGE. And the fact that it's something they advertise* tells me they're putting their money where their mouth is. Huge props. That’s the kind of detail you HOPE for and rarely find! Makes you feel like they actually want you to be happy rather than view you as a nuisance.
Now, let's be honest. Every place has its quirks. And sometimes, the devil's in the details. Did I see every specific accessibility feature? Nope. This wasn't a dedicated accessibility review. But the initial impression was GOOD.
Rooms & Creature Comforts - My Little Bulgarian Bubble
The rooms? Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, bathtub, blackout curtains, carpeting, closet, coffee/tea maker, complimentary tea, daily housekeeping, desk, extra long bed, free bottled water, hair dryer, high floor, in-room safe box, interconnecting room(s) available, ironing facilities, laptop workspace, linens, mini bar, mirror, non-smoking, private bathroom, reading light, refrigerator, safety/security feature, satellite/cable channels, scale, seating area, separate shower/bathtub, shower, slippers, smoke detector, socket near the bed, sofa, soundproofing, telephone, toiletries, towels, umbrella, visual alarm, wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], window that opens. Phew! That's a mouthful!
My room was… well, it was amazing. Seriously, I had a view, a tiny balcony where I could sip my morning coffee (complimentary, of course – that complimentary tea warmed my soul!) and watch the world wake up. The extra long bed was a lifesaver – I'm a restless sleeper. And the soundproofing was perfect. Burgas is a lively city, but inside my little sanctuary? Pure, blissful silence. Okay, maybe not pure silence. I did blast some awful pop music on occasion. No judging!
Speaking of daily life… the Daily housekeeping was fantastic - that's the biggest luxury, I think. Coming back after a day of exploring, to a perfectly made bed, fresh towels… it's the little things, you know? The complimentary bottled water (and a good, clean refrigerator) were lifesavers in the Bulgarian heat.
Internet – Is My Instagram Ready?
Let's be real. I need Wi-Fi. I'm a blogger, I'm a… uh… influencer (self-proclaimed!). So, free Wi-Fi [free] was essential. I also noticed Internet access – LAN if you’re feeling old-school. And yes, the Internet access – wireless in my room was solid. I could upload my Instagram stories without a hitch. The Internet itself was reliable. No buffering nightmares!
Dining, Drinking & Snacking - Because, Bulgaria!
Alright, food! Where do we even begin? Restaurants. I had a few meals in the in-house restaurant, which was… good. I'm not going to lie, it wasn't Michelin-star material, but it was convenient, and they did a decent Asian breakfast. The Western breakfast was, well, Western. You know the drill. I'm a sucker for a breakfast [buffet]. They also had Coffee/tea in restaurant. So, yay for caffeine addicts!
And the poolside bar? Heaven! Sipping a cocktail while watching the sunset. Seriously magical. I seem to remember some Happy hour shenanigans… Don’t judge me!
I was so impressed with the fact that they have a Vegetarian restaurant offering. That’s how you know you’re in a quality place.
Relaxation & Pampering - Unleash Your Inner Goddess (or God, I Don't Discriminate)
Okay, this is where Luxury Samuil really shines. The Spa/sauna is a godsend. The Sauna was a perfect way to unwind after a day of exploring. The Swimming pool (both swimming pool [outdoor]) was perfect for a dip to cool down. I might have spent an embarrassing amount of time there.
And the Massage? Oh. My. Goodness. I swear, the masseuse found muscles I didn't even know I had. I left feeling like a limp noodle in the best possible way. The Body scrub was a delightful bonus. I seriously felt like a new person. It was bliss. Pure bliss.
Cleanliness & Safety - The COVID-19 Reality
I’m a bit of a germaphobe. Okay, maybe a lot. So, cleanliness is a BIG deal for me. And Luxury Samuil took it seriously. They had Anti-viral cleaning products, Hand sanitizer everywhere, and the staff were all super careful. Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Staff trained in safety protocol. They certainly weren't skimping here! They also had Daily disinfection in common areas. They make you feel safe.
Services & Conveniences - The Little Extras That Make a Difference
Concierge service was top-notch. They helped me with everything, from booking tours to finding the best local restaurants. Cash withdrawal was also a plus. Laundry service was perfect for a long trip. Air conditioning in public area… yeah, that’s a must in a humid summer!
Accessibility (Round 2 – Because It’s Important!)
While I didn't personally use them, the fact that they offer Facilities for disabled guests, an elevator, and seem to be actively trying to be accessible makes me happy.
Things to Do - Adventures in Burgas!
Burgas is a fantastic city! Exploring the Sea Garden, hitting the beach, wandering the charming streets… There’s so much to do.
Getting Around - Navigating the City
Car park [free of charge] is a huge win. And the Airport transfer was smooth and easy.
The Grumbles (Because I’m Human)
Okay, time for some honesty. There were a few things that weren't perfect. The food could have been a bit more exciting. And I wish the pool bar had a wider selection of cocktails. The parking situation could have been a bit clearer upon arrival. But these are minor quibbles.
My Verdict – Should You Book This Place?
HECK YES!
If you're looking for a comfortable, well-equipped, and relaxing base for your Burgas adventure, Luxury Samuil Apartments is an excellent choice. It's got the amenities, the location, and the service to make your trip unforgettable. And the spa… oh, the spa! Trust me. You won’t regret it.
Now, the offer (designed to make you click that "Book Now" button!)
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- Connected & Comfortable: Stay connected with FREE high-speed Wi-Fi throughout the apartments and enjoy the comfort of our spacious, air-conditioned rooms.
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Unveiling Weltevreden Estate: Stellenbosch's Hidden Gem?
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is a borderline chaotic tapestry of a week trying to survive, and maybe even enjoy, Burgas, Bulgaria while living in some place called "Samuil Apartments." Sounded charming in the booking photos, probably won't be the same in reality. Prepare for whiplash, questionable food choices, and a whole lot of me internally screaming.
Burgas Bonanza: A Week of Questionable Choices (and Probably Regret)
Day 1: Arrival and Apartment Shenanigans (or, The Great Luggage Massacre of '23)
- Morning (7:00 AM, or whenever the hell the plane lands): GAH! Airplane. Hated it, loved it, depends on the turbulence. Burgas Airport. Pray the luggage gods are with me. (Spoiler: They weren't.) Found my ride, a beat-up Lada that probably doubled as a tetanus delivery service. The driver, bless his heart, spoke zero English. We communicated mostly through frantic hand gestures and confused eyebrows. Lovely.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Samuil Apartments? Right, the promised utopia. Found the building. It looked… like a building. Key exchange was smooth, shockingly. The apartment itself… okay, let's just say the photos lied. A lot. I'm envisioning a cockroach-infested haven. Not a fan. But it has a balcony! And a view. Of… another building. Still, balcony + coffee = potential salvation.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM): Luggage massacre averted (somehow). Unpacked, wrestled with the ancient air conditioning unit that sounds like a dying walrus. Ate questionable bread with the cheese I thought, at first glance, resembled cheese. The balcony-coffee routine happened, and it was amazing. Then, wandered around the immediate area, getting delightfully lost in the maze-like streets. That's my jam. Found a little restaurant, and ordered something. The waiter looked surprised I wasn’t Bulgarian. Then, ordered a local beer. Solid move.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner. Tried to find a recommended (and now definitely overrated) restaurant. The walk was long, and I was already slightly hangry. The restaurant was full. Damn. Ended up eating suspiciously cheap pizza slices by the water. The pizza wasn't great, but the sunset was magnificent. All is forgiven. Maybe. Back to the apartment. Collapse.
Day 2: Beach Bliss (or, The Sunburn Symphony)
- Morning (8:00 AM): Woke up earlier than anticipated. Sun in face. Coffee, balcony time, and a quick read of the "Lonely Planet" – which, I suspect, is written by people who actively enjoy getting lost. Heading to the beach.
- Late Morning (10:00 AM): Beach! The sand is warm. The water is… well, it's the Black Sea, so it's not exactly turquoise. But it's refreshing. Found a sunbed and paid a small fortune for the privilege. Immediately fell asleep and burned to a crisp. My face is currently the color of a boiled lobster. Genius.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): The sunburn is brutal, more water, and I'm slowly becoming a crispy critter. I should really know better. This is always the story and I do it every time. Went to get some aloe vera gel. Came across a street performer playing a slightly off-key version of "Hotel California" on a clarinet. Surreal. Sat and watched, because laughter is the best medicine (after aloe vera).
- Evening (6:00 PM): Regret. Dinner at a place that, in my sun-addled brain, seemed like a good idea. It wasn't. Chicken that tasted like sadness. Seriously considering becoming a vegetarian. Went to bed early, coated in aloe vera. Praying for the lobster-red to turn into a bearable pink.
Day 3: History and Booze (or, The Museum of Mild Interest and Raki’s Revenge)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Woke up with a face that's starting to resemble a tomato. Sunscreen, this time, is my religion. Did a quick, painful attempt to moisturize my face. Heading to the Burgas Archaeological Museum. Might as well try to learn something, even if it's just "don't fall asleep on the beach."
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): The museum was… fine. Full of ancient pottery and things I pretended to understand. Spent more time people-watching than actually looking at artifacts. But hey, at least I tried!
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Lunch at a restaurant recommended by a local. Finally. Delicious Shopska salad, something called "sirene" (which is basically Bulgarian Feta), and a cold beer. Sanity restored.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Decided to sample the local spirit, Raki. Big mistake. Beautiful view of the sea where I was sitting though. The Raki tasted like… well, like strong alcohol that was trying to be grapes.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Regret 2.0. Dinner at a restaurant. The Raki is still at it. The world is slightly swirly, but the food was good. Started talking to a group of locals. Apparently, I'm hilarious (or they're being polite). Ended up in a karaoke bar. Belted out a rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody" that was, based on the reactions, either epic or an utter car crash. Probably the latter. Back to the apartment. Sleep, but now with a massive headache and a sense of impending doom.
Day 4: The Lake, the Birds, the Existential Crisis (or, The Day I Questioned Everything)
- Morning (10:00 AM): Ugh. Head still splitting, though the Raki is now nothing more than a distant, fuzzy memory. The beach is out of the question. Headed across town to Lake Burgas. Supposed to be peaceful. Needed peaceful.
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): The lake is pretty. Lots of birds. Found a bench and sat. Watched the birds. Contemplated the meaning of life. Or at least, the meaning of my life in Burgas. Decided I needed more coffee.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Walked along the lake, which was nice, and ate some more of the questionable but now familiar bread I thought was cheese. Still, some sunshine is okay.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Stumbled upon a local market. Bought some souvenirs (mostly things I will probably never use). Tried to haggle, failed miserably.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner at a restaurant I saw a few days before. I didn't know it then but this place would become my go-to when I was feeling a little lost. It was called "Happy Bar & Grill". It became my sanctuary. Ordered a massive plate of grilled meat and, you guessed it, more beer. The waiter remembered me from the other night. We shared a laugh. It was the beginning of a friendship I never expected.
Day 5: Nesebar Excursion (or, The Lost City and the Quest for Deliciousness)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Time to take a day trip to Nesebar. Supposed to be beautiful. Praying for beauty to soothe my Raki-ravaged soul.
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): Nesebar. It is beautiful. Cobblestone streets, ancient churches, stunning views of the sea. Spent an hour walking around in circles, completely lost but utterly charmed.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Found a restaurant with a view. Seafood, the best I’d had so far. Everything was perfect. Almost.
- Afternoon (3:00 PM): Explored more of Nesebar. Found a hidden alleyway with a tiny art gallery. Bought a painting that I almost definitely won't hang up.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Headed back to Burgas. Exhausted but content. Headed back to “Happy Bar & Grill”. This time, I met some people.
Day 6: Rest, Recovery, and Regret (or, The Day I Did Absolutely Nothing… Mostly)
- Morning (9:00 AM): Slept in. Needed it. Woke up thinking it would be the perfect day to do absolutely nothing.
- Late Morning (11:00 AM): Failed at doing absolutely nothing. Got restless. Had coffee (again). Sat on the balcony and stared at the building across the street.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Went to the beach - but this time, I was prepared. Sunscreen, hat, and book in hand. Actually enjoyed reading for the longest time.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Last dinner at “Happy Bar & Grill”. Said goodbye to my new friends. A wave of sadness hit me.
Hey, so… what *is* this, anyway? (And are you selling something?)
Alright, alright, settle down. This… *gestures vaguely* … is a highly disorganized collection of answers to questions you *might* have, maybe. It’s like a digital brain dump, but hopefully with a little more sparkle than my actual brain. And no, I'm not selling anything…unless you count the questionable value of my opinions. You've been warned.
How did you even *start* doing... whatever this is?
Okay, deep breath. It started with a… well, let's call it a *vision.* I was staring at the ceiling at 3 AM, fueled by lukewarm coffee and existential dread. Then, BOOM! The idea popped into my head. Actually, it was probably more of a gentle prod from my therapist, who keeps telling me to "embrace my inner monologue." So, here we are. It's a therapy session masquerading as a question-and-answer section, I guess. My life is a series of questionable decisions, you know?
Are you *always* this… unhinged?
Define "unhinged." Look, I have my moments. Okay, fine, *most* moments. But I prefer "authentically me." I'm not going to lie to you and pretend I'm a perfectly polished professional. Where's the fun in that? The world has enough beige, you know? I try to be *mostly* responsible...it's a daily battle against the urge to run screaming into the hills. The hills of... well, I haven't quite figured that part out yet.
What's your favorite color? (Because, y'know, important.)
Ugh, the *pressure*! Okay, fine. Right now? It's a toss-up between the color of a perfect sunset and the deep, rich emerald of a particularly grumpy-looking forest. But ask me tomorrow, and it'll probably be something completely different. I’m fickle like that. I saw a color once that was the exact color of my cat's fur, and I was obsessed for a week. Now? The cat sheds everywhere, so I just don't love that color quite as much. What can I say? Seasons change, fur flies, and my favorite colors come and go.
Okay, so, what's the *point* of all this?
Honestly? I’m not entirely sure. Maybe it’s to stave off boredom. Maybe it’s to connect with folks who are as delightfully weird as I am. Maybe it's to get my thoughts out of my head before they consume me. It's like one of those modern art pieces, where the artist just throws paint at a canvas and calls it *expression*. Except, instead of paint, I'm throwing words and anxieties at you. Your mileage may vary.
Do you *ever* get serious?
Serious? *Me*? Well, yes. Occasionally. When I'm dealing with something that actually matters. I mean, look, I try to be genuine, to be honest with you all. But sometimes I just think about my cat. And then I need to lighten up. My cat is such a drama queen. I might even get emotional. There are times I'll cry, and there are times that I'll laugh. This is probably not something you were expecting. However, I often get serious when talking about people I care about, and when I'm talking about my cat. I hope that I'm making sense here. This feels weird, but that's fine.
So, what's your *deal* with cats?
Oh, *cats*. Where do I even begin? I am obsessed. I *adore* cats. I have one. His name is Mr. Snuggles, and he's a fluffy, opinionated overlord. He demands tuna at precisely 6:00 AM every morning and then judges me for the rest of the day. Frankly, if I had to pick one thing to go on and on about, it'd be Mr. Snuggles. He's the absolute light of my life. My therapist says I need to branch out, but... *shrugs*. I'm working on it. But he's just *so* cute when he's sleeping, you know? I'm even considering getting him a little hat to wear. I love that little guy.
Can you... like... actually help me with anything?
That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Um… maybe? I mean, I could offer some... advice? But it'd probably be questionable. I could commiserate with you. We could both complain about the state of the world together. Maybe. Look, I think what I can probably offer, is someone who's in the same boat as you. I can't solve your problems, but maybe... maybe if you see me embracing my mess, you'll embrace yours too. Or maybe it'll just scare you off. Either way, I'd say I'm a pretty good friend, when you get to know me. So, maybe.
Anything else I should know?
Yeah. Buckle up, because you're in for a ride. Also, don't take anything I say too seriously. Except maybe the part about Mr. Snuggles. He's definitely the most important thing. And... well, I hope you enjoy this mess as much as I do making it. Now if you'll excuse me, my cat is judging me for not having given him a treat in the last five minutes. It's a hard life, I tell you.
