Georgia's Oksana Apartments: Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!
Oksana Apartments: Luxury? Yeah, But Is It Unbelievable? My Chaotic, Honest Take
Okay, let's be real. "Unbelievable Luxury Awaits!" is a bold claim. But after a recent stay at Georgia's Oksana Apartments, I'm here to untangle the truth, the fluff, and the surprisingly charming imperfections. Buckle up, because this isn't your average hotel review.
First Impressions & The Accessibility Angle (Because, You Know, Important Stuff):
Finding Oksana was… an adventure. Google Maps sent me on a scenic tour of Tbilisi’s back alleys – a testament to the city's charm and my terrible sense of direction. Finally, I rolled up. The exterior? Chic, modern, but with a slightly faded grandeur. Definitely not the glistening palace of my imagination.
Accessibility? Let's be real real. The website claims accessibility. And yeah, there's an elevator, that's a massive win. But navigating the lobby with luggage? Felt more like an obstacle course. The ramps weren't perfectly smooth, and some doors felt a tad… stubborn. While they try, It isn't a fully accessible dreamscape. Check specifically before you go, if that is critically important to you. That's the honest take folks!
The Room: My Sanctuary (and Maybe Yours, Too)
After the slightly hairy arrival, the room. Ahhhh, the room! This is where Oksana redeemed itself. I booked a non-smoking room (thank the heavens). Inside, the air-conditioning was blasting – a glorious welcome after the Tbilisi heat. The air conditioning was a lifesaver, I tell ya! There was a seating area I actually used, rather than just a chair I was meant to sit on, and a closet big enough to hide a small army. And let's not forget the extra-long bed. Bliss!
My favorite? The blackout curtains. Pure, glorious, sleep-inducing darkness. I felt like a vampire, but in a good way. This is also a must-have for any night-owl stuck in the wrong zone during the wrong time of the year.
The little things that mattered:
- Bathrobes. Yes. I'm a robe fiend.
- Complimentary tea. Crucial for a mid-afternoon crisis.
- Free bottled water. Hydration is key!
- Coffee/tea maker: I brought my own preferred stash. Didn't disappoint.
- Daily housekeeping: A wonderfully, refreshing touch.
Things that were… less than perfect:
- The bathroom phone (seriously, does anyone use those anymore?).
- The Internet access – Wi-Fi was "free" and available, but it did cut out a few times, and the LAN option was lost on me. I'm old. I just want the WiFi.
- The mirror felt smudged. Minor, but I noticed as I prepared for a night out.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Near-Death Experience with a Salad):
Oksana's dining scene offers options. There are restaurants, a snack bar. The Asian breakfast, was a surprise. But hold on, because I had a crisis.
I figured I'd grab a quick bite. Decided to try a salad from the restaurant. Now, I'm a salad lover. But this… this was an adventure. The dressing was… intense. The greens, a bit… limp. And there was this one suspicious bit of something leafy that made my eyebrows raise. I'm not saying I spent the next three hours glued to the toilet, but… let's just say, consider very carefully what you order.
The room service [24-hour] however, saved me. Ordering soup at 3 am. It was perfect. I loved it, and needed it.
But the rest? The breakfast [buffet] was decent, with a coffee shop right there for a solid caffeine fix. The *poolside bar for a cocktail? Heaven when the sun went down.
The Spa/Relaxation Zone: Did it Wash Away My Salad Trauma?
This is where Oksana truly shines. The pool with a view? Stunning. The Sauna? Ah, bliss. I actually spent a ridiculous amount of time in the steamroom, which was a fantastic thing.
The massage was… incredible. I let go of my stress and the terrible salad fear. The Spa offers a selection of treatments, and I indulged.
Important notes:
- Gym/fitness: I skipped it. My post-salad recovery was enough exercise for one lifetime.
- Foot bath: Never even saw it. My feet were busy running away from the salad!
Cleanliness, Safety & Staff: The Behind-the-Scenes Heroes:
This is where Oksana genuinely impressed me. In these post-pandemic times, the safety protocols are taken seriously. The staff were incredibly professional, masks were worn, and there were Hand sanitizers everywhere. They were using Anti-viral cleaning products. The commitment to hygiene was commendable. They had Daily disinfection in common areas, and even had Room sanitization opt-out available. Definitely, they are well equipped.
Other amenities:
- Bar, Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, Restaurants, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant, A la carte in restaurant, Bottle of water, Salad in restaurant: All the things.
- Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit: Nice to know they're there if you need them.
- Cashless payment service: Modern and convenient.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Extras That Matter:
- Concierge - Super helpful!
- Daily housekeeping – a treat!
- Currency exchange - handy.
- Laundry service - if something went wrong with your clothes.
- Luggage storage - I've never needed it, but nice to know!
For the Kids
I didn't bring any kids, but it looks like Oksana tries to provide.
Getting Around:
- Airport transfer - Seamless.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site] are convenient.
- Taxi service,* easy to find.
My verdict: Unbelievable, Maybe Not. Worth It? YES.
So, is Oksana Apartments truly "unbelievable"? Not perfect. The website exaggerates. But, between the amazing room, the fantastic spa, and the commitment to cleanliness, it's an excellent place to stay. Plus, the slightly quirky touches and the location make it a truly memorable experience. I can see myself coming back, but I'm definitely giving that salad a wide berth!
The Pitch (My Slightly-Chaotic, Yet Persuasive, Offer):
Tired of the Same Old Hotel Routine? Craving a Tbilisi Escape? Oksana Apartments is Calling!
Forget cookie-cutter hotels. At Oksana, you'll find:
- Rooms that are actually comfortable (and dark!).
- A spa experience that will melt away your stress.
- A team that puts your safety and comfort first.
Don't let this escape pass you by!
- Book your stay at Georgia's Oksana Apartments now and get a free welcome cocktail at the poolside bar!
- Plus, use Code: RELAX20 for 20% off spa treatments!
This is the perfect choice for a relaxing getaway. Whether you're a solo traveler, a couple, or a family. Book now and experience the real Oksana difference!
Escape to Paradise: Luxury 2-Bed Suite w/ Infinity Pool in City, Malaysia!
Alright, buckle up buttercups! This isn't your glossy brochure itinerary. This is real Oksana Apartments, Georgia, unfiltered. Prepare for a journey through my slightly-unhinged brain as we navigate this adventure. And let's be honest, there's a high chance this will involve me losing my phone at some point.
Oksana Apartments, Georgia: Operation 'Get Me Out of My Rut' (and Maybe Find Some Khachapuri)
Pre-Departure Ramblings:
Okay, first things first: why Georgia? Don't even get me STARTED on my boring desk job. The fluorescent lights are slowly turning me into a beige blob, and my boss thinks "team building" means another trust fall session. (Spoiler: I don't trust him.) So, Georgia it is. Land of ancient history, epic mountains, killer wine… hopefully it'll blast the apathy right outta me. I booked Oksana Apartments because the photos looked… well, not too perfect. Fingers crossed they aren't all airbrushed stock images!
Day 1: Tbilisi - Arrival and the Questionable Charm of Old Town.
- Morning (ish): Arrive at Tbilisi International Airport (TBS). Pray to the travel gods for no lost luggage. (Because, let's be real, I'd probably crumble into a puddle of despair if my favorite socks went missing.) The flight was a blur of airplane peanuts and questionable inflight entertainment. Seriously, who watches rom-coms on transatlantic flights? Me. Fine. Don't judge.
- Afternoon: Taxi to Oksana Apartments. Fingers still crossed! Oh. My. God. Actually, pretty cute! The balcony! The view! Okay, I’m already loving the vibe. Except… the Wi-Fi password is a cryptic riddle involving Georgian poets. Send help. Seriously.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Old Tbilisi. Right, let's do this. Okay, it's… charming. In the way that a slightly-dodgy-looking antique shop is charming. Cobblestone streets! Rickety balconies! Stray cats with attitude! (I love them.) Took a wrong turn and ended up in a what I think might be a flea market? Amazing. Found a rusty old teapot and some weirdly alluring propaganda posters. Didn't buy them. Yet. Wandered aimlessly, got delightfully lost and discovered a little restaurant with a guy who's probably been playing the same guitar for about 30 years. I spent about an hour listening to him sing about unrequited love while I awkwardly ate bad bread and even worse wine. (Note to self: must find a decent local restaurant) The day ended with me, utterly exhausted and contemplating the meaning of life while staring at a half-eaten khachapuri. Glorious. Food coma activated.
Day 2: Tbilisi - Holy Cow, Churches and Sulfur Baths (and a Near-Death Experience with a Tramway).
- Morning: Woke up late, still reeling from the wine. Needed coffee. Urgent. Found a tiny cafe tucked away somewhere. The owner was grumpy but made the best coffee. Felt like a new person.
- Late Morning/Afternoon: Narikala Fortress: The view is… breathtaking. Also, potentially terrifying. The tramway ride up nearly gave me a heart attack. Seriously, those things are held together with hope and prayer. The fortress itself is pretty amazing, ruins and history everywhere! Spent what felt like an eternity trying to take the perfect Instagram picture (which, of course, didn't happen), almost fell off a cliff in the process. So, win-win.
- Afternoon/Early Evening: Sulfur Baths: Okay, this was… intense. Naked. Steaming. Slightly claustrophobic. The smell of sulfur is… distinctive. The scrub-down? Brutal. I think I may have lost a layer of skin. I swear I saw the masseuse fighting off a yawn more than once. Still, felt AMAZING afterwards. Like, reborn. Maybe. Probably.
- Evening: Dinner at a restaurant tucked away down some tiny alley, a place I probably couldn't find ever again. They had the MOST AMAZING khinkali. I think I ate about twenty of them. Regret? Not a single bit. Walked back to the apartment, feeling about 100 pounds heavier and significantly happier than I started the day.
Day 3: Mtskheta - Ancient Capital and the Mystical Power of a Really Old Church.
- Morning: Rental car. Okay, here we go! Driving in Georgia is… an experience. Let's just say I've seen more horn-honking in the past hour than I have in my entire life. The GPS is also playing a game of "Spot the Random Detour."
- Afternoon: Mtskheta. The Jvari Monastery feels truly biblical, a spiritual overload! The Svetitskhoveli Cathedral is… wow. Ancient. Feels like standing right next to history, like the walls are whispering stories. It's utterly humbling. The wind whipped around the top, like a crazy, beautiful, ethereal dance. I felt something! I think!
- Late Afternoon: More Khachapuri. (It's a food group now, right?) Found a tiny bakery with a grandma who probably learned to make it from the gods themselves. It was perfect. The car? Still intact, which is a triumph in itself.
- Evening: Attempting to write in this journal. Failing. Falling asleep. Again.
Day 4: Kazbegi - Mountains, Mayhem (and a Shepherd Who Looked Like Gandalf).
- Morning: Headed out to Kazbegi. The drive is stunning, the scenery is jaw-dropping and the roads are… well, let's just say the GPS lies. Frequently.
- Afternoon: Gergeti Trinity Church. Okay, this is it. This is the postcard shot. The church perched on a mountain top! The view is insane. Truly. Met a shepherd. He looked like Gandalf. He had a staff. He probably knows more about life than I ever will, but he only spoke Georgian. I tried to communicate using hand gestures. I think I managed to buy some cheese. Delicious cheese.
- Late Afternoon: Hike. More beauty. More wind. More feeling like I might be blown off a mountain, but holy hell, it was worth it. Stopped at a tiny, run-down cafe for some khachapuri. The lady serving, probably in her 70s, gave me the dirtiest look for wearing a hat. I got the feeling that she hated tourists. I didn't care, the food was amazing. The views? Unforgettable.
- Evening: Sitting on the balcony of my apartment, just watching the stars in a sky I'm pretty sure doesn't exist where I come from. The air is crisp. The silence is profound. I'm starting to get a little emotional. Maybe this trip is actually working the magic I hoped for.
Day 5: Wine Tasting and the Questionable Art of Bargaining (and Did I Mention Khachapuri?).
- Morning: Woke up feeling like I should take a nap. I think I didn't sleep all night.
- Afternoon: Wine route in Kakheti. Found a gorgeous place on the side of the road. Tried a bunch of different wines. And then… more wine. Let's just say I'm not a sommelier. I was not getting any better at identifying the aromas. I was getting quite a bit better at slurring.
- Late Afternoon: Visited a local market. Attempted to bargain for a rug. Made a terrible mistake. Ended up buying a rug I probably didn't need. (But it's beautiful!) Now my apartment is decorated with strange, yet authentic, Georgian items
- Evening: Final Khachapuri. Maybe not. I can't remember. Everything is starting to blur into a happy, cheesy haze.
Day 6: Tbilisi - Souvenirs, Goodbyes (and a Slight Hangover).
- Morning: Shopping! The Dry Bridge Market: treasure trove. The local crafts are amazing- and all the junk. I found a silver bracelet, a weird hat, and a vintage postcard. The postcard is of something I am not sure what, but I bought it anyway.
- Afternoon: Final wander through Old Town. One last glimpse of those charming, rickety balconies. A last (and probably unnecessary) khachapuri.
- Late Afternoon: Packing (or, attempting to). Realizing I have way too much stuff.
- Evening: Dinner at a traditional restaurant. Farewell toast to Georgia. I swear I saw a tear in my eye.
- Night: Final walk through the town. One last glimpse of those charming, rickety balconies. A last (and probably unnecessary) goodbye to the stray cats with attitude. Feeling genuinely sad to leave.
Day 7: Departure and the Longing for Khinkali.
Morning: Struggle to the airport. Say goodbye to the perfect apartment. The flight home.
Final Thoughts (and Slightly Rambling):
Okay, so, Georgia. Messy. Beautiful. Delicious. Utterly chaotic. And I loved every single imperfect, slightly-terrifying, *khachap
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Okay, so Oksana Apartments... Really Unbelievable Luxury? Like, REALLY?
Alright, buckle up, because "unbelievable luxury" is… a loaded phrase. Let's just say, my expectations were sky-high. My friend, bless his heart, went on and on about the *marble*. Apparently, actual marble counters and floors were involved – the kind you see in actual, like, palaces. I'm thinking, "Yeah, yeah, marble, seen it."
Then I get there… and my jaw actually *dropped*. No exaggeration. The lobby? A damn cathedral. There's this fountain… it looks like it was stolen straight from the Louvre. And yes, the marble. It's everywhere. And it’s cold, which, in the Georgian heat, is almost a religious experience. So, good? Yeah. Unbelievable? For me, yes, absolutely. Even I, the cynical, seen-it-all travel blogger (cough, wannabe travel blogger) was floored.
But… (and there's always a but, isn't there?)… the initial *shock* wore off. It's still gorgeous, mind you. But let's just say, my first encounter with the toilet paper situation was... a stark reminder that even palaces have... necessities. More on that later, believe me.
What about the views? They promised "breathtaking" views, right? (Please, please tell me they're breathtaking.)
Okay, this is where my emotions get… complicated. The views. They *are* breathtaking. I mean, Tbilisi is gorgeous, and Oksana is perched up high enough to see the whole damn city sprawl out before you like a… well, a beautiful, sprawling, slightly chaotic dream. Mountains in the distance, the twinkling lights… it's stunning.
The problem? My room, specifically. I booked a "city view" which I assumed meant, you know, *the city*. Instead, I got a… partially obstructed city view, with a side helping of construction. Yes, the dreaded, ever-present, echoing sound of construction. And trust me, Georgians are *serious* about their building. That's not the apartment's fault, obvs, but it kinda dampened the "breathtaking" vibe, especially at 7:00 AM. Lesson learned: ALWAYS ask for the best view.
However, I did sneak onto a friend’s balcony. And from there? Pure poetry. So, yes, the views are *capable* of being breathtaking. Just… be prepared to fight for them.
The rooms themselves. Spaced perfectly or cramped? Did they skimp on the good stuff?
The rooms are generally spacious. And the "good stuff"? Oh, it's there. The furnishings are high-end, the beds are ridiculously comfortable (I actually took a photo of the mattress tag so I could try and buy one later – it's a weakness, I know). I even had a balcony, which, when the view cooperated, was lovely.
But here's the thing. I'm a messy person. And the "unbelievable luxury" got to me. I mean, that gorgeous marble? It shows EVERYTHING. Every rogue hair, every speck of dust. It looked like I was trying to film a cleaning commercial for the entire time. I spent more time cleaning than sight-seeing... *facepalm*
And the layout… I could have used a better flow. It felt like they focused on "wow factor" over practicality. But hey, that's me. I'm a practical kind of gal. Most people, I'm sure, would be thrilled. (Apart from the small toilet paper incident. More on that later.)
The dreaded Toilet Paper Saga... Spill the tea! Seriously, how was the toilet paper?
Alright, fine. You want the toilet paper story? You'll get it. It's a crucial part of the Oksana experience. Because, my friends, the toilet paper situation was... a *journey*.
The first roll? Fine. Standard, acceptable. But then… it ran out. And the replacements? Thin. Whisper-thin. Like, the kind of paper you’d use in a public restroom, if you could even find one. I'm talking the kind that tears at the slightest touch. The stuff that leaves you feeling… vulnerable.
I called room service. They were very polite, but the replacement? The same. I started hoarding my own facial tissues. I felt like I was preparing for a blizzard, but instead, it was a… a bathroom blizzard. It was a small detail, I know. But it became oddly symbolic of the whole experience. Luxurious on the surface, but with a few, shall we say, *minor* flaws. My advice? Pack your own. You have been warned.
Service? Did they treat you like royalty or just… tolerated you?
The service was… a mixed bag. The front desk staff? Generally lovely. Helpful, spoke excellent English, always had a smile. The concierge? Also great. Booked me a fantastic day trip, and was generally on top of things. (Except the toilet paper crisis, of course.)
But the room service… okay. It was technically fine. Efficient. Correct orders. But… a little… cold. Not in temperature, mind you. In… personality. It felt like they were going through the motions. No warmth. No genuine interest. It was a bit jarring, actually, considering the sheer extravagance of the surroundings. I guess even palaces have staff who just want to get the job done.
But hey, maybe I'm just too sensitive. Ultimately, they were professional. But not particularly memorable.
The restaurant/food! Was it worthy of the "unbelievable luxury" label?
The restaurant… was a bit of a letdown, honestly. The décor was stunning, all chandeliers and velvet and… more marble. But the food? Kind of… bland. Safe. Not terrible, exactly. But not memorable. Not *unbelievable*.
I ordered the khachapuri (because, Georgia!) and it was… fine. The cheese was good, but the bread was a little dry. My friend, who is a food snob of the highest order, ordered the steak and, I quote, "it was the most aggressively average steak I've ever eaten." Ouch.
The breakfast buffet was better. A decent spread, with fresh fruit and local pastries. But even that couldn't quite reach the heights of "unbelievable". It was… functional. Edible. Which, in a place promising luxury, isn't really enough, is it?
