Islamabad's Hidden Gem: IVY Guesthouse - Your Unforgettable Stay Awaits!
Islamabad’s Hidden Gem: IVY Guesthouse - Your Unforgettable Stay Awaits! (Or Does It?) A Review You Can Actually Trust!
Alright, folks, let's talk IVY Guesthouse. "Unforgettable Stay Awaits," they say. Bold claim! I’ve stayed in places that promised the stars and delivered…well, a leaky tap and a grumpy cat. So, with a healthy dose of skepticism, I ventured into this Islamabad "gem." And, spoiler alert: my experience was… complicated. Grab a coffee (or maybe a strong cup of Pakistani chai, because you'll need it for this ride), because this review is gonna be thorough.
(Accessibility & Logistics: The Practical Stuff – And My Slightly-Unpleasant Stairs Encounter)
Let's rip the band-aid off first. Accessibility is… not IVY’s strong suit, unfortunately. They've got an elevator, which is fantastic for some, but navigating the place felt like a treasure hunt. Getting to my room… let’s just say I'm glad I'm not using a wheelchair. While they claim to have facilities for disabled guests, I'd recommend phoning ahead and grilling them about specifics if that's a critical factor. Forget about bicycle parking.
Internet access? Oh yes! Free Wi-Fi in all rooms, they boast! And it mostly worked. I say mostly because there were moments where I felt like I was back in the dial-up era. Internet [LAN] is also available. Speaking of which, if you need to actually get work done, maybe pack a portable hotspot.
Services and conveniences: They checked a lot of boxes here. Daily housekeeping was on point. The concierge was, in all honesty, really helpful with finding a good spot for dinner. (More on that later). Cash withdrawal is available, which is handy. Laundry service, dry cleaning, luggage storage – all the basics covered. Air conditioning in public areas was a lifesaver given the Islamabad heat.
(Cleanliness and Safety: Did I Survive? – The Sanitizing Saga)
Okay, with the world in the state it is, cleanliness and safety are paramount. They were trying to look good, with all the Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere, and the Staff trained in safety protocol. They even had Sterilizing equipment, which, while reassuring, also made me feel like I was in a sci-fi movie. The room sanitization opt-out available seems like a good concept. The staff seemed truly concerned about this stuff, so kudos to them!
They did seem to take it seriously. Rooms sanitized between stays, Rooms sanitized between stays, and things like Hand sanitizer everywhere were reassuring. They also had First aid kit, Doctor/nurse on call, etc.
(Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Adventure! – The Restaurant That Almost Broke Me)
This is where things got…interesting. Dining, drinking, and snacking options ranged from okay to “never again.” Let’s start with the positives. They offered Breakfast [buffet], and Asian breakfast, and you could even get Breakfast in room. (Don't expect anything Michelin-star-level, but it was edible). There was also a place to get Coffee/tea in restaurant and some Desserts in restaurant and Salad in restaurant.
A la carte in restaurant, however? That was a gamble. I ordered what I thought was a safe dish, Asian cuisine in restaurant, which turned out to be…let’s just say, an experience. The flavors were… unique. Texture? Questionable. I honestly think I saw the chef peering from behind the kitchen door, curious to see my reaction. I ate almost everything though. I blame the hunger but I can definitely say it was an unique experience.
There's a Poolside bar, which looked delightful, although I never actually tried it.
(Things to Do & Ways to Relax: The Spa That Didn't Happen – A Missed Opportunity)
Okay, now for the "unforgettable" promise. Ways to relax: This should have been IVY's shining moment. The Spa was advertised! I was pumped. You know, Body scrub, Body wrap, the works! I had a vision of myself, blissfully draped in towels, sipping herbal tea.
Reality? Turns out the spa was “temporarily closed for renovations.” Cue the internal groan. This was a massive letdown, folks. A true hotel Spa is a must for me, and IVY just didn’t deliver. The Gym/fitness facility was actually decent, and if you're into that sort of thing then that's cool. The Swimming pool looked amazing, with Pool with view.
(My Room: The Cozy Cave – Or Not?)
My room… ah, the room. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathroom phone, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar (that was actually semi-stocked), Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub (bonus!), Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
It wasn't terrible. But it wasn't perfect either. The Air conditioning worked…eventually. The Blackout curtains were a godsend for avoiding the Islamabad sun. The shower had good water pressure. The bed was comfy enough, but I would have loved to have had my partner there as well.
(For the Kids…and the Grown-Ups Who Act Like Them)
I can't speak to the Babysitting service or the Kids facilities. I was traveling solo. But the vibes seemed generally Family/child friendly.
(The Verdict: Unforgettable? Well… Maybe Not Entirely) – The Honest Truth
So, is IVY Guesthouse truly an "unforgettable" experience? Honestly? It's a bit of a mixed bag. Yes, they're trying. Yes, there are good aspects. But the accessibility concerns, the hit-or-miss dining, and the closed spa were significant downsides. They are doing their best to make things comfortable.
Here's the thing: if you’re looking for absolute luxury, or if accessibility is a major concern, IVY isn't it.
However! If you're on a budget, looking for a central location (which it has!), and you're willing to embrace a bit of the…quirkiness…of the place, it's not a bad option. It's certainly better than some of the dives I've endured along my travels.
My Final Rating: 3 out of 5 stars.
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Unbelievable Finds at Front One Boutique: Solo, Surakarta's Hidden Gem!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your average, sterile travel itinerary. This is… my itinerary, the one I'm hoping survives intact and doesn't involve me weeping in a corner somewhere. We're talking about the IVY Guesthouse in Islamabad, Pakistan. And before you ask - yes, I am a little terrified. Let's begin.
Day 1: Arrival, Chaos, and Questionable Chicken
- 10:00 AM (ish) : Arrival in Islamabad, and oh, the Humidity. (This is Islamabad, not the Sahara, I'm told, but my frizzy hair disagrees.) Airport pickup arranged (fingers crossed it's actually there), then a death-defying drive through what surely qualifies as organized chaos. I'm already questioning my life choices just watching the traffic.
- 11:30 AM (hopefully) : Check-in at Ivy Guesthouse. Praying for a clean room, decent Wi-Fi (because, you know, social media), and friendly staff. I'm picturing a cute courtyard, maybe with a cheeky bird or two. Or maybe it will be more like my aunt's shed back home - no judgment, just preparation.
- 12:30 PM: Lunch! A Culinary Leap of Faith. (This is where things get interesting.) The guesthouse menu says "Chicken Tikka Masala," which, I’m thrilled to say is what I am expecting. But the reviews said…. well, let's just say it's going to be a journey. Will it be amazing? Will I need to run to the bathroom every 5 minutes? Only time will tell, my friends.
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Rest/Existential Crisis in the Room. Let's be honest, the first few hours in a new place are always a swirl of jet lag, anxiety, and disorientation. So, strategically positioned within the room, I'll be attempting to do nothing but drink some water, make notes, and avoid any further stress. Thinking about getting those Pakistani SIM cards, but what if its a scam? What if I call the wrong person? What if they find me? I don't know.
- 6:00 PM – 8:00 PM: A Gentle Stroll (and Panic.) I'm planning on taking a short walk in the neighborhood. It's mainly to get my bearings, breathe some fresh air, and hopefully not get lost in a labyrinth of unfamiliar streets. I'll try to look confident, even if my stomach is doing somersaults. I will ask if a certain road leads to a place where I can buy a snack like a samosa or a nice chaat.
- 8:00 PM: Dinner (if I'm still alive). Tonight's menu: Whatever doesn't involve raw meat. Or possibly just a pile of crackers if I'm feeling particularly brave. Seriously, I'm already picturing the potential for food poisoning and the need to become BFFs with the guesthouse toilet. I'm a worrier, what can I say?
Day 2: Mosque-ing and Market Madness
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast – The Great Breakfast Gamble. The guesthouse breakfast is a mystery wrapped in a delicious (or possibly disastrous) package. I'm hoping for a simple paratha and maybe some chai. Let's go for the best.
- 9:00 AM (ish): Faisal Mosque Time. The Faisal Mosque. I've seen photos; it's absolutely stunning. I plan to wear modest clothing, try to be respectful (big ask, I know), and take a million photos. This could be the highlight of the whole trip, maybe it will erase some of the issues… but what if I get lost? What if I offend someone? The anxious thoughts won't let me go.
- 11:00 AM - 13:00: "I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT SCAMMED!" The Market Experience. It's time to hit the local market (probably the one near the guesthouse). I want to find some souvenirs, maybe a scarf, maybe a few spices. But the reviews say to haggle relentlessly. I am terrible at bargaining. I will probably pay triple the actual price, and feel like a total idiot. I will also accidentally buy a fake Rolex. (Or will I?).
- 13:00 - 14:00: Trying to Eat Lunch Again. I'm hungry, I need to eat. I'll try to follow the suggestion of the people in the guesthouse, and be happy. What if it's too spicy? What if it's not spicy enough? What if I get sick? I am gonna be the one that says "NO!" and run.
- 14:00 - 17:00: Rest and Reflection (or perhaps a nap induced by the market's chaos). Recharge, process the sensory overload, and mentally prepare for the evening. I might just stay in my room, curled up in a ball, and watching something mindless on my laptop.
- 18:00 - 20:00: Dinner, and Attempting to Socialize. I'm planning on eating dinner at the guesthouse and putting on my best "I'm friendly" face. Maybe I'll strike up a conversation with someone. Or maybe I'll just end up awkwardly eating alone, watching everyone else be effortlessly cool.
Day 3: Unexpected Adventures and a Flight (maybe)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast and a Deep Breath. Same drill, just trying to stay alive and not accidentally cause an international incident.
- 9:00 AM - 12:00 PM: A Visit to the Shakarparian National Park (if I'm adventurous.) I haven't made up my mind. It involves hills, which means exercise. Exercise usually requires effort, which is a big ask. But the views are supposed to be amazing. Probably will go, maybe find an adventure.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Another Meal, Another Gamble. Perhaps I will try a different restaurant. Or maybe I'll just stick to crackers.
- 1:30 PM: Packing, Panic, and Pre-Departure Anxiety. This is the fun part: packing, knowing the flight is in a few hours. I will be going slowly, or the opposite side, who knows. Is everything packed? Do I have my passport? Did I leave anything?
- 3:00 PM: Check-out from Ivy Guesthouse. A bittersweet goodbye. I'll give it my all to be as cool, calm, and collected as possible.
- 4:00 PM: Saying goodbye to IVY guesthouse, then the journey to the airport.
- 5:00 PM: Security, and all the other things you need to know about traveling. Going through security, waiting for the plane.
- Final Destination: The next leg.
Final Thoughts:
This itinerary is subject to change. It might involve tears, laughter, a near-death experience involving spicy food, or all of the above. I'm going to pack light, bring lots of hand sanitizer, and try to embrace the chaos. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. This is going to be… interesting. Pray for me! Let the adventure begins.
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Okay, spill the tea! Is IVY Guesthouse really *that* good? I've seen the pics...
Alright, alright, buckle up buttercup, because I'm about to get brutally honest. The pictures? Yeah, they're good. But *living* there? That's a whole other level. My first impression? Let's just say, I arrived frazzled after a particularly chaotic flight (lost luggage, the works). And honestly? I walked into the lobby, and BAM! Immediate exhale. Like, seriously, my shoulders just *dropped*. The air conditioning was a gift from the gods, the aroma of something deliciously baking wafted from the kitchen...and the staff? Bless their hearts, they were already anticipating my needs. It’s a vibe, people, a proper, comforting, “home” vibe, in the truest sense of the word. Is it perfect? Nope. More on that later...
What's the *actual* location situation? Islamabad can be tricky.
Okay, location, location, location! IVY is in a pretty sweet spot. Not *too* close to the main drag, so you escape the worst of the traffic and noise (a HUGE win, trust me). It's tucked away, a little oasis. You can easily get a taxi or use a ride-hailing app, which is key in Islamabad. I once tried walking somewhere...let's just say I learned the hard way that Islamabad's sprawl is real. But IVY? Relatively easy to navigate from.
Are the rooms actually clean? I'm a bit of a germaphobe... (judge away!)
Alright, germaphobes unite! This is important. The rooms are generally very clean. Like, proper clean. The sheets smell fresh, the bathrooms are sparkling. I'm not obsessive about cleaning, but I do like things to be tidy. Now, I will say this: I once found a rogue dust bunny in the corner of my room. It was...a moment of existential dread. But hey, even palaces have a little dust now and again. But generally speaking, the cleanliness is top-notch. Don't expect a surgical suite, but you'll be comfortable and safe.
The food! Tell me everything! Is breakfast included? And is it any good?
Oh, the food. Let's just say I've seriously considered moving in permanently just for the breakfast. Breakfast *is* included, and it's a glorious spread. I'm talking paratha, omelets cooked to your exact preference, fresh fruit, yogurt, and strong, delicious chai. Their omelets? I dream about them. I once asked for a "special" omelet with extra chilies and cheese, and the chef (bless his artistic heart) went above and beyond. I felt like royalty. Lunch and dinner are also available and tasty. They have some very nice curries. They had a chicken korma that made me weep with joy. Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but the food is seriously good, and the portions are generous. I once ended up overeating so much that I could barely move! (Again, slightly dramatic, but still...)
What about the staff? Are they friendly? Helpful? Or just...there?
This is where IVY really shines. The staff! Honestly, they're the heart and soul of the place. They're incredibly friendly, genuinely helpful, and they actually seem to *care*. They remember your name, they anticipate your needs, and they'll go out of their way to make you comfortable. I once had a bit of a medical emergency (nothing major, just a stomach bug from eating something dodgy), and the staff were unbelievable. The got me ginger ale, and broth, and made sure I was okay every hour. They even called a doctor to come to the guest house. That kind of service is rare (and invaluable) these days. They really make you feel like you are part of the family.
Any downsides? Be honest!
Okay, here's the real talk. It's not perfect. The internet can be a bit spotty at times (a minor annoyance, but important if you need to work). The soundproofing isn't the absolute best. If you're a super light sleeper, bring earplugs. Also, the bathrooms, while clean, could use a tiny bit of modern refresh. But honestly? These are minor quibbles. The overall experience more than makes up for it. I mean, it’s not the Four Seasons, but honestly? It’s better in its own way. It's got charm, it's got heart, and it's a total escape.
What's the vibe? Is it a party place? Quiet and reserved? Social?
It's definitely not a party place. Think more relaxed elegance, not boisterous revelry. It's a great place for families, couples, or solo travelers who want a comfortable and safe environment. There's a lovely common area where you can chat with other guests, read a book, or just chill. It's social without being overwhelming. I made a few friends there, which was a bonus--which is where the staff comes in again.. they have a knack for creating a welcoming atmosphere.
Did you really almost *cry* over an omelet?
Okay, fine. Yes. Maybe. Look, I was tired, jet-lagged, missing my dog (yes, I even missed him), and generally feeling a bit lost. And then that omelet. It was fluffy, cheesy, perfectly seasoned...it was the comfort food hug I desperately needed. Plus, the chef’s pride and care in preparing it was totally obvious. So, yeah, it was a borderline emotional experience. Don't judge me! It was a really good omelet! And now I’m going to make myself another omelet now.
Anything else I should know before booking?
Book in advance! Especially during peak season. IVY is popular, and for good reason. Pack some earplugs if you’re a light sleeper. And be prepared to fall in love with the breakfast. Seriously, pack stretchy pants. Oh, and tip the staff! They work incredibly hard and deserve it. Finally, embrace the imperfection. It’s what makes IVY so charming. It's not a sterile hotel; it's a welcoming, home-away-from-home. And honestly, that's worth more than any star rating.
