Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: ATECA Hotel Suites, Tashkent!
Unbelievable Luxury… or Just a Very Shiny Box? A Review of ATECA Hotel Suites, Tashkent (Prepare for Rambles!)
Okay, folks, buckle up. Because after a week grappling with the opulent, the slightly-off-key, and the downright bewildering experience that is ATECA Hotel Suites in Tashkent, I'm ready to unleash my inner (and very opinionated) travel blogger. This ain't your average bland review, trust me. We're going deep.
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Arrival and First Impressions (AKA: The "Holy Moly, This is Shiny" Phase)
Stepping into ATECA is like being smacked in the face with a glitter cannon. Seriously. Marble everywhere. Chandeliers the size of small cars. And the staff? Impeccably dressed, impossibly polite. (A little too polite, if I'm honest. Sometimes I just wanted someone to laugh with me.) The lobby alone screams "luxury!" But then, as I'd soon discover, "luxury" in Uzbekistan has its own unique flavor.
Accessibility? A Mixed Bag, Honey!
Okay, let's get real. While ATECA claims to be accessible, it's a bit of a… mixed bag. The elevator access is good. That's a win! But the details are where things get sticky. For wheelchair users, while it is wheelchair accessible, be aware that things might need some explaining or perhaps some help. You may need to call ahead and explain how you need access, as the hotel might or might not be set up for that. Some of the hallways felt a little tight, and navigating a heavy motorized chair might be a challenge. The website says "Facilities for disabled guests" but be prepared to assess the exact situation.
The Room: My Own Personal Goldfish Bowl (With Wi-Fi!)
I lucked out – or maybe they just saw the panicked look in my eyes – and got a room on a high floor. The view? Spectacular. Tashkent sprawled below, a sea of dusty rooftops and minarets. The room itself? Spacious, with more gadgets than my last car. Free Wi-Fi, thank the heavens! And, I think, in every room! The bed? Cloud-like. The bathrobes? Divine. The minibar?…well, stocked. I love free bottled water, and they had loads. The blackout curtains were a serious lifesaver after a day of exploring. The alarm clock woke me up! The slippers were the most comfortable that I have ever used in my life. I was able to make phone calls from the bathroom.
But… there were a couple of tiny, little quirks. The non-smoking room was appreciated and, yes, a separate shower and a bathtub. The soundproofing was decent, but I did hear the occasional thump from what I assume were other guests attempting to master the art of packing perfectly symmetrical luggage at 3 AM. The desk was a perfect place the work. The safety box worked, I did not worry about anything in the room at all.
However, there was a moment I'm still questioning the logic of the bathrooms phone – who am I supposed to call from the bathtub? The fishmonger with a sudden craving for smoked salmon?
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Sometimes a Bit Bumpy)
Let's be honest, I spent a lot of time eating. The Asian breakfast was lovely, if a bit confusing on the first day (so many noodle options!). They had breakfast in the room available. I was not impressed with the Coffee/tea in the restaurant, but i did like all the desserts in the restaurant. The bar was okay, although the cocktails were a little… enthusiastic on the sugar front. They also had a poolside bar. The lunch buffet had a great selection of offerings. I never used the room service [24-hour].
The Restaurants: There was a Vegetarian restaurant option that offered the option of choosing the Salad. I enjoyed the Soup restaurant. The Western cuisine was available as well, which was a great offering.
Here's where things got a little…interesting. One evening, I decided to be adventurous and opted for something from the A la carte in restaurant menu. I ordered… a soup. It arrived looking suspiciously like what I imagine dishwater would look like if you added a few strategically placed herbs. I tried to flag down a waiter (they were everywhere but somehow invisible when you needed them) and discreetly tried to push it to the side of the table. It was clearly prepared with what I would consider a kitchen using the Sanitized kitchen and tableware items.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: The Spa and the Existential Dread
The spa… now, that was an experience. I’m a sucker for a good spa day, and ATECA's looked promising. They had a Spa/sauna, and a steamroom. Body wraps was one of the best offerings!. The Pool with view had an amazing view. It had a swimming pool [outdoor] which was perfect for the hot weather. They had amazing Massage service which was perfect!
I booked a massage, hoping to melt away the stresses of navigating Tashkent. The massage itself was… fine. Competent, but not exactly transcendent. But then… the spa music started. It wasn't a calming, relaxing soundscape. No. It was… a looped track of panpipes and what sounded suspiciously like whale song recorded at a bus station during rush hour. I was on the brink of an existential crisis by the time the masseuse was done. I should have used the foot bath!
The Gym/fitness was pretty decent.
Cleanliness and Safety: The "Are We Actually Safe?" Factor
I'm no germaphobe, but in these pandemic times, I do appreciate a clean hotel. ATECA gets points for effort. They've clearly invested in the whole "safety" thing. They had Anti-viral cleaning products. The rooms are sanitized between stays! Daily disinfection in common areas! Hand sanitizer everywhere! Staff trained in safety protocol. I give them credit for that, but I'm still unsure about how much of that is actually working. The fact that they offered Room sanitization opt-out available was great in giving the guests the option. The safe dining setup was also appreciated.
Staff: Politeness Overload (and a Hint of Mystery)
Here's where things get really interesting. The staff at ATECA are… well, they're everywhere. And they are impeccably polite. Like, to the point where I started to suspect they were robots programmed to smile and say "Welcome, madam/sir." You'll find Concierge and Doorman. They were always there, anticipating my every need. They have a Front desk [24-hour] and security [24-hour]. They had Invoice provided. It's an entire Hotel chain, and maybe that explains it all.
The Verdict: Glitter and Grimace?
Look, ATECA Hotel Suites is… an experience. It's undeniably luxurious. It can be a genuine good experience. But it's also a little too polished, a little too perfect, to be truly comfortable. Is it worth the price tag? That depends on what you're looking for. If you want to feel like you've stepped into a Bond film (minus the actual danger), then go for it. If you crave genuine warmth, a few genuine laughs, and maybe a soup that doesn't taste like dirty dishwater, you might want to look elsewhere.
My final rating? 4 out of 5, with a hefty asterisk for the spa music. And the questionable soup. And the slight air of unreality. But hey, at least the Wi-Fi worked. And I guess that's what really matters, right?
That is all. Now, back to exploring this fascinating, confusing, and often slightly-bonkers country.
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: Sovereign Group Hotel Pratunam, Bangkok!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's itinerary. This is my ATECA Hotel Suites Tashkent, Uzbekistan, diary of delightful disarray. Prepare for a rollercoaster of excitement, frustration, and possibly a mild existential crisis (mostly brought on by airport coffee).
Day 1: Arrival & Dazed Delight (and a Near Disaster with the Luggage)
Morning (6:00 AM Tashkent time…ish): Landed in Tashkent. The air? Instantly felt smoother than the desert you've been drinking from. The airport? A glorious, confusing mess. Finding the baggage claim carousel was like navigating a maze designed by a particularly sadistic architect. I felt my sanity slowly slipping away as the conveyor belt churned out endless suitcases. I swear I saw my perfectly packed, colour-coordinated suitcase whizz by, only to disappear into the netherworld of lost luggage. Panic set in. I envisioned a week spent in the same travel-stained t-shirt. Thankfully, after what felt like an eternity, it, a glorious beacon of hope, finally emerged. Cue the happy dance!
Mid-morning (9:00 AM): The ATECA! Woohoo! I'd seen the pictures, and they were legit. Stunning. The lobby was all sleek lines and hushed tones, the kind of place you feel slightly underdressed in even when you're wearing your best travel attire (which, in my case, is “slightly wrinkled but still presentable”). Check-in was smooth, and the staff were ridiculously friendly. I almost teared up from the sheer relief of air conditioning.
Afternoon (11:00 AM): Room exploration! My suite was… opulent. Seriously. I’m talking plush carpets, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a bathroom bigger than my first apartment. Briefly considered moving in permanently. Briefly considered having a full-blown bubble bath and then reconsidered my entire existence. But first? Nap time. Jet lag is a beast.
Late Afternoon (3:00 PM): Wandered out to explore. Tashkent's a city of contrasts. Soviet architecture butting up against glistening modern buildings, all bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Felt like I was in a movie. Got hopelessly lost trying to find a local market. The only thing that saved me was a friendly old woman who barely spoke English, but managed to point me in the right direction with a combination of hand gestures, concerned frowns, and the word "samsa" repeated about a million times. Apparently, I needed samsa. And I did.
Evening (6:00 PM): Dinner at the hotel restaurant. The food! Oh, the food. Hearty, flavourful, and unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. I'm talking melt-in-your-mouth lamb kebabs (I think I had three plates), fragrant plov (rice dish), and a dessert that involved honey, nuts, and pure, unadulterated joy. The waiter, a wonderfully patient man who looked like he’d seen it all, had to bring me more water than anyone I’d ever seen. And the coffee?? AMAZING!
Night (8:00 PM): Collapsed back into my palatial suite, feeling utterly and completely content. Jet lag, the luggage trauma, all faded away. This was Uzbekistan, and I was here.
Day 2: Market Madness & Monumental Mistakes (and a Deep Dive into Textiles)
Morning (9:00 AM): Regretted the three plates of lamb kebab from last night. But, onward! Today was the day for Chorsu Bazaar. Let me tell you, it's a sensory overload in the best possible way. Mountains of spices, mountains of dried fruits, mountains of… everything! I bought enough saffron to flavor a small country (probably).
Mid-morning (10:30 AM): THE MISTAKE! Went to take photos of the Bazaar. I managed to somehow knock a crate of cherries off a display. Cherries went everywhere. My face went… red. Like, beetroot red. The shopkeeper, thankfully, was a lovely man and just laughed. We ended up sharing some of the spilled cherries, and I left feeling utterly mortified but also strangely exhilarated.
Afternoon (1:00 PM): Textile Time! Tashkent is a haven for beautiful fabrics. Found myself completely swept up in the world of suzani embroidery. The colours are vibrant, the designs intricate, and the whole process is just mesmerizing. I spent hours in one tiny shop, getting lost in the stories woven into the cloth. I walked out with a beautiful, hand-embroidered cushion cover (and the faint whiff of mothballs).
Late Afternoon (4:00 PM): A visit to the Hast Imam Complex. Stunning. The religious architecture has a serene beauty. The Library is something special. The air was calm. The sheer age and history of the place just washes over you, making you feel incredibly small and incredibly connected to everything. Made a wish.
Evening (7:00 PM): Another delightful dinner at the hotel. This time, I paced myself with the kebabs. Managed to sample a new local wine. Delicious, or maybe I was just exhausted and everything tasted good.
Night (9:00 PM): A walk, or a waddle on the balcony. The air was cool, the city lights twinkled and the thought of tomorrow - and anything exciting - has me feeling a little tingle of anticipation.
Day 3: Further Exploration and a Lesson in Logistics (and a Mild Meltdown)
Morning (8:00 AM): Breakfast! Gotta fuel up for the day's adventures. This time, I went for the Uzbek omelette. Absolutely fantastic.
Mid-morning (9:00 AM): Decided to take a day trip to a nearby town. The plan? Seemed simple enough. The execution? A disaster. Transportation chaos! The train was delayed. The buses were packed. I was lost. I may have had a small, internal meltdown in the middle of the street. (Okay, maybe I sat on a bench and muttered to myself for a bit.)
Afternoon (1:00 PM): Perseverance! I eventually, after a lot of asking, bargaining, and mild panic, managed to secure a ride to the town. The town was charming, the locals were friendly, and the entire fiasco made the destination even sweeter. But the trip back? Avoided public transport. Found a taxi, negotiated a price (I think I got ripped off, but who cares at this point?), and held on for dear life.
Late Afternoon (5:00 PM): Back at the hotel. Safe. Sound. Exhausted. Needed a long, hot shower and a serious dose of retail therapy.
Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner with a view. The hotel's rooftop. The city lights were twinkling. The food was… delicious.
Night (9:00 PM): Packing. Already dreading the end of the trip. Looking back on my adventures, I've learned a few things. You're going to get lost. You're going to make mistakes. And that's okay! Because it's all part of the magic.
Day 4: Departure and Reflection (and a Promise to Return)
Morning (7:00 AM): Woke up, still slightly overwhelmed, but in a good way. One last breakfast at ATECA - goodbye kebabs, hello future nostalgia. Said goodbye to the lovely staff, feeling a little bit sad to leave.
Mid-morning (9:00 AM): Airport. Back to the land of the same travel-stained t-shirt. Security, this time, was thankfully smooth.
Afternoon (1:00 PM): In-flight. The plane took off to the west. Looking back at Tashkent, I felt a sense of profound appreciation. Uzbekistan is a country of hidden gems and unexpected delights, where the food is amazing, the people are incredibly kind, and the memories will stay with me long after the jet lag wears off. Already planning my return.
Unbelievable Luxury Awaits: ATECA Hotel Suites, Tashkent! – Yeah, Right... A Messy FAQ.
(Because let's be honest, "unbelievable" is a *big* claim.)
So, is this place REALLY "unbelievable"? Like, actually?
Alright, buckle up, buttercup. The website's got that glossy, fake-everything "unbelievable" vibe. And look, the ATECA is NICE. Really nice. But "unbelievable"? Well, let's just say I've seen things. I've *lived* things. I've gotten lost in a Mongolian yurt with a yak and a bottle of vodka, and let me tell you, that was *more* unbelievable than my first impression of the suite. Which, to be fair, *was* pretty jaw-dropping. The marble... the space... the view... And then you realize the shower's pressure is like a polite dribble and the air conditioning is a temperamental drama queen. So, "believable" with some stellar perks? Probably. "Unbelievable"? Eh. Don't get your hopes *too* high. My expectations were sky-high from the photos and the marketing. I was a little deflated after the first 10 minutes.
What's the deal with the suites, exactly? Are they REALLY spacious?
Okay, yes. The suites? They *are* huge. Like, you could probably host a small wedding in the living room. My particular suite had a living room, a dining area, a *separate* bedroom, and a bathroom the size of my first apartment. I paced. For a solid five minutes. Just to get a feel for it. Actually I was in the dining area and trying to figure out if the table cloth was real silk or the super-slick polyester imitation. The space is legitimately impressive. Makes you feel like you have a *lot* of money. A feeling that’s quickly squashed when you look at the mini-bar prices, which are outrageous. I'm talking "robbery-with-a-smile" levels of pricing. It was like, "Oh, you thought you were rich? Pay us for this bottle of water!"
Is the service any good? That's often where these fancy places fall down, right?
Service... hmm. It's a mixed bag, honestly. The welcome was fantastic. Someone met me at the door, almost bowed (maybe I imagined that), whisked away my bags, and got me checked in faster than I could say "luxury". The staff are generally very polite, trying hard to be super helpful. However, there were a few hiccups. I requested a wake-up call (because, you know, I'm important), and it never arrived. I'm not great with mornings, so I was late for a meeting. And then there was the time I ordered room service. It took a solid hour and a half. By the time the pizza arrived, I was practically gnawing on the decorative flowers! The pizza, by the way, was... a pizza. Nothing to write home about, especially after waiting that long. There were times when I thought they *were* trying to be helpful but didn't always understand me, I don't blame them. It's not always easy to communicate perfectly. I got the feeling they were super new but super enthusiastic. Definitely needs more training, but the hearts are there!
What about the food? The website makes it sound like a culinary paradise.
Okay, the restaurants are… fine. One of them is supposed to be all about modern Uzbek cuisine, but frankly, it felt a bit... bland? Like, they took all the vibrant spices and flavors and replaced them with politeness. Everything was beautifully presented, but the food... needed a little *oomph*. Maybe a little bit of personality? The breakfast buffet was pretty solid, though. Lots of options – pastries, fruit, eggs cooked to order. I especially loved the fresh fruit they had, very refreshing. And there was a guy making omelets, which is always a win. I made him make me an omelet with everything, because, why not? It was the best part of the meal, by far. The other restaurant... the Italian place. Hmm. I got to go back to find out. It just seemed like it was trying too hard. Less is more, maybe?
Details! What's the deal with the gym and the pool?
The gym is... functional. It has all the usual equipment – treadmills, weights, machines. It's smallish, though. And the air conditioning wasn't quite up to par for my workout routine. Let's just say I was feeling the burn *and* the humidity. As for the pool…it’s beautiful. Indoor. I’m a sucker for a nice hotel pool. It's a large, luxurious space, and there's a fantastic view of Tashkent. Perfect for a relaxing swim. But my experience? Well, I went down there one afternoon, all ready for a dip. And it was *packed*. Absolutely crammed with families and kids splashing everywhere. Not exactly the serene oasis I was hoping for. I felt terrible, almost like I was intruding on someone's good time. They were mostly local families, and they were all having a blast. But I did a quiet, embarrassed exit. I didn't get to swim, which was a huge disappointment. Maybe that one was just bad luck. But I feel like maybe a few ‘adults-only’ swim times a day would have been a good idea. A missed opportunity for real luxury.
The Location? Is it Central? Convenient?
The location is good enough. It's not *right* in the middle of everything, but it's a short taxi ride to most of the main sights – the Chorsu Bazaar, the Independence Square, all those architectural gems. Tashkent is spread out, and traffic can be a beast, so factor in travel time. There's a shopping mall close by, if that's your thing (it's not mine). Walking around? Hmm. Some areas are walkable, but the distances aren't short and the sidewalks are not always the smoothest. I'd say the location is good, not amazing, but you'll get to see anything you want to with ease.
Would you actually go back?
That's the million-dollar question, isn't it? Honestly? Probably. Despite the minor hiccups and the uneven service, there's a certain undeniable charm to the place. The suites are stunning, the pool (when not overrun by joyous children) is lovely, and the staff, while needing more training, are super eager to help. I might not be rushing back *tomorrow*, but I'd definitely consider it for a special occasion or if I just needed a bit of pampering. Maybe. I’d also make sure to scope out that pool schedule *before* I checked in… and maybe pack my own bottled water. And I'd probably double-check the wake-up call... just in case. Mostly, I'd return ready to laugh at the imperfections, knowing that this is just another hotel. But you know what? Sometimes, a hotel that's "almost unbelievable" is better than actual perfection. Because perfect is boringHotel Blog Guru
