Goa's Hidden Gem: Dersy Beach Resort - Paradise Found!
Dersy Beach Resort - Paradise Found? Hold on, Let Me Tell You… (and Some Messy Truths)
Okay, so you're chasing the Goa dream, eh? Sun-kissed skin, the sound of the waves, maybe a sneaky sunset cocktail or two? Well, folks, I've just stumbled out of Dersy Beach Resort, and the dust (and sand!) is still settling. They call it "Paradise Found," and honestly? It's… complicated. Let's dive in. Warning: This isn't your sanitized, brochure-perfect review. Prepare for some brutal honesty, a few tangents, and maybe a little bit of me just gushing.
The Good Stuff (aka, Why You Might Actually Like It)
First off, the location? AMAZING. Dersy is on a quieter stretch of beach, away from the really hectic parts of Goa. Picture this: palm trees swaying, the rhythmic crash of waves, and… well, you get the picture. Accessibility: Now, I wouldn't say "fully" accessible perfect for everyone, but they do have facilities for disabled guests which is a HUGE plus. The main areas are pretty navigable, and the staff are genuinely helpful. This is a serious consideration and it's good to know. The beach access itself is… well, sandy. Probably not ideal for full wheelchair users, but I did see some folks making it work with a little help from the staff. Getting around: They offer airport transfer, which is essential after a long flight, and they have a car park [free of charge] and car park [on-site] which is convenient.
And speaking of staff, bless their hearts. They genuinely try. The service is friendly, though sometimes a little… Goan (read: relaxed). I mean, you'll probably be waiting a bit for your coffee, but the smiles are genuine, and that counts for a lot. They have concierge, doorman, and front desk [24-hour], so you can always get help. They are also very into safety/security feature and have security [24-hour].
Now, let's talk relaxation. This is where Dersy really shines. Let me tell you, these guys know how to do a Spa day. I'm talking Body scrub, Body wrap, a Massage that actually kneads the knots out (I'm looking at you, past hotels!). The Sauna, Steamroom, and Foot bath were divine. And the Pool with view? Forget about it. It’s basically Instagram gold. I spent a whole afternoon just floating, staring at the ocean, and feeling… blissfully, utterly, utterly spent. This is what vacation is all about. They also have a Fitness center and Gym/fitness if you’re feeling energetic, which I, on this trip, was not.
Food, Glorious Food (and a Few Hiccups)
Alright, foodies, listen up. Dersy has a decent offering. They have Restaurants (plural!), including an Asian cuisine in restaurant and a Vegetarian restaurant. I had an absolute killer a la carte in restaurant dinner one night. The butter chicken was creamy, rich, and perfect. But the next morning's Breakfast [buffet]? Let's just say it was a bit chaotic. They have Asian breakfast, Western breakfast, and a whole array of options, but sometimes the queues were long, and the coffee was… well, let's just say I've had better. But hey, the Coffee shop is decent, and a good Desserts in restaurant is a bonus. They also have a Poolside bar and Snack bar, which is exactly what you want when you're lounging around. Room service [24-hour] is a life-saver for those late-night cravings. The Bottle of water is essential. One minor gripe? The salad selection was a little… sparse. But honestly, after a week of this, the butter chicken pretty much saved my soul.
Cleanliness and Safety - Because Let's Be Real
Okay, let's address the elephant in the room: COVID. Dersy takes it seriously. They have Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas and the staff are trained in safety protocol. Rooms sanitized between stays, and they offer Room sanitization opt-out available. This is crucial. They also do Physical distancing of at least 1 meter and Safe dining setup and all staff were very good about it. The Hand sanitizer was plentiful. Look, I appreciated their efforts.
The Room (aka, My Cozy Little Cocoon)
My room was… nice. Clean, comfortable, and with a balcony overlooking the pool. Air conditioning was a godsend in that heat. They have all the basics: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains (essential!), Coffee/tea maker, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, In-room safe box, Internet access – wireless, Mini bar, Non-smoking, Private bathroom, Refrigerator, Seating area, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens. The Internet access - LAN was slow, but the free Wi-Fi [free] worked well. There's also a Desk, which is nice for getting some work done if you must. I appreciate a good Desk!
The Not-So-Shiny Bits (aka, My Honest Criticisms)
Okay, here's where I get real. While Dersy is mostly great, it's not perfect. The decor, for example, is a bit dated in some areas. Also, the beach, while beautiful, can get a bit crowded during peak season. And, as I mentioned, the breakfast buffet could use some tweaking.
And here's the kicker, and a bit of a personal anecdote for you. One day I went out on the beach. Now, I am not one for sunbathing, I went for a walk along the water line. The scenery was stunning, the waves were crashing, and then, suddenly, WHAM. I saw something move. I was unsure of what it was, and was quickly startled. It was a crab, and I was terrified. I ran back to my room. This is not really a fault of the resort, but it did shatter the calm.
The Verdict: Worth it?
Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. Dersy Beach Resort isn't perfect, but it's charming, relaxing, and offers a truly memorable Goan experience. It’s a place where you can unwind, recharge, and escape the everyday grind.
A Few More Observations:
- Family/child-friendly: Yes! They have a Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and a Kids meal.
- Internet access: You get Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!, but the Internet is a bit spotty, but they do offer Internet access.
- Services and conveniences: They offer all sorts of great Services and conveniences, like Cash withdrawal, Laundry service, Luggage storage.
- For the kids: They also have For the kids like the aforementioned Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, and a Kids meal.
- Getting around: They have Taxi service, and offer Airport transfer.
Final Thoughts:
Look, Dersy Beach Resort is a hidden gem, and it's a good place to start. They won't disappoint and you will enjoy your stay!
STOP SCROLLING! This is Your Goa Getaway CALLING!
Tired of the same old vacation routine? Yearning for sun, sand, and soul-soothing relaxation?
Dersy Beach Resort - Paradise Found! is waiting for you! Forget crowded resorts and cookie-cutter experiences. Imagine:
Waking up to the sound of the ocean: Your own private slice of paradise on a secluded Goa beach.
Indulging in a spa day that melts away all your stress: Unwind with a massage, body wrap, and sauna experience like you've never had before.
Savoring mouthwatering international cuisine: From the perfect butter chicken to a refreshing poolside cocktail, your taste buds will thank you.
Discovering hidden gems: Explore the charm of Goa with access to local culture and flavors.
But here's the kicker: We know you crave a vacation that’s more than just a pretty picture. That’s why Dersy offers:
Unwavering commitment to your safety: We're taking COVID seriously, with meticulous cleaning protocols and staff trained to keep you safe and secure.
Convenient access: From airport transfers to on-site car parking, we make getting here and getting around a breeze.
A truly relaxing experience: Forget the noise and
Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Here's my slightly unhinged, completely honest, and probably disastrous (but hopefully delightful) itinerary for a trip to Dersy Beach Resort in Goa. Forget perfectly polished travelogues; you're getting the raw, unfiltered, sand-in-your-shorts version.
Dersy Beach Resort: Goa - The Plan (or, The Illusion of Control)
Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Bliss (and the inevitable logistical hiccup)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Wake up in my chaotic apartment, fueled by lukewarm instant coffee and the frantic realization I haven't actually packed yet. Panic packing ensues. Will I need a jacket? (Goa, I'm reading conflicting reports.) Do I have enough sunscreen? (More important question.) Taxi to the airport, almost miss the flight because, naturally, I forgot my boarding pass (thankfully, I didn't). The flight? Fine. Tedious. That one screaming toddler really tested my patience.
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 3:00 PM): Land in Goa! The air instantly feels different. Humidity slaps me in the face, but it's a welcome slap. Grab a pre-booked taxi - or so I thought. Turns out, the driver "forgot" about the reservation and demands double the quoted price. (Goa lesson #1: always haggle. Always.) Finally arrive at Dersy. Wow. The pictures don't do it justice. Coconut trees swaying, the ocean…it’s blindingly blue. Check-in. The room’s a little cozier than expected, (more like "compact"), but hey, at least it has a balcony with an ocean view.
- Afternoon/Evening (3:00 PM - 8:00 PM): Immediate mission: beach. It's pure, unadulterated joy. That first dip in the ocean? Absolute bliss. The salt water washes away the airport grime, the flight stress, the taxi drama…everything. Order a Kingfisher beer from a beach shack. Try to look sophisticated while I'm slurping it in the sand. Fail spectacularly. Watch the sunset. It’s… breathtaking. Eat dinner at the resort restaurant. Order what seems like a safe bet - butter chicken. It is delicious, but spicy. Regret my lack of water consumption. Fall into bed, exhausted and utterly content.
Day 2: Culture Shock and Culinary Adventures (and possible food poisoning)
- Morning (7:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Wake up early (thanks to a hyperactive seagull). Explore the resort grounds. The buildings are all painted in bright colours, making me feel like I'm in a movie. Breakfast. Stuff my face with pancakes, eggs, and way too much fruit. Decide the food from the previous night was probably the culprit, because I am feeling just a little…off.
- Mid-day (10:00 AM - 2:00 PM): Rent a scooter. This is gonna be fun! The first few minutes are terrifying, mostly because the roads are an utterly chaotic ballet of cows, mopeds, and honking tuk-tuks. Somehow, I survive. Drive to Old Goa. The churches are stunning, a testament to a rich, complex, and often brutal history. Get completely lost. Ask for directions. Get more confused.
- Late Afternoon (2:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Find a random beach shack. Dive into vindaloo. (I know. Red flag. But I had to.) It's the spiciest thing I've ever eaten. Tears stream down my face. Am I going to die? Probably not. Try to take a nap on the beach, but the sun is relentless.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Back to the resort for some relaxation. Eat some simple food. Pray I don’t have to relive the vindaloo experience. Watch the dancing and live music at the bar. Drink a couple of cocktails. Get tipsy. Start a conversation with a friendly parrot who just seems to understand everything I say.
Day 3: Yoga, Watersports, and Existential Dread
- Morning (8:00 AM - 10:00 AM): Attempt yoga on the beach. The poses are… challenging, especially with sand constantly getting up my nose. I think I might be more suited for the "nap on the beach" posture.
- Late morning/Afternoon (10:00 AM - 2:00 PM): Watersports! Jet ski. Banana boat. Feel the adrenaline rush (and the near-drowning experience). Realize I'm not as young or as coordinated as I think I am.
- Late Afternoon (2:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Find a secluded beach. Read a book. Actually, just stare at the ocean and contemplate the meaning of life. (And the existential dread of returning to my actual life).
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Dinner at a beachside restaurant with a friend I made at the bar. Discuss the pros and cons of traveling. The pros win. Mostly. Try some more local dishes and maybe try to be as brave as I can to explore all kinds of flavours and discover new experiences.
Day 4: Shopping, Sunset, and the Sad Reality of Departure
- Morning (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Go to the local market. Get overwhelmed by the noise, the smells, and the sheer abundance of stuff. Buy way too many souvenirs, most of which I will never use. (But they're so pretty!)
- Afternoon (12:00 PM - 4:00 PM): Try to take a cooking class. Realise that I just don't have it in me. I give up and just enjoy the food.
- Late Afternoon (4:00 PM - 6:00 PM): Go for a sunset walk because this is the last one. The colours are even more vibrant than the first time, and it's just so beautiful it makes me sad to go.
- Evening (6:00 PM - 9:00 PM): Pack. Procrastinate. Order room service. Feel a deep sense of melancholy. Realize I haven't actually experienced everything I wanted to. But the memories will be enough.
Day 5: Departure (The Denial, Acceptance, and the Promise to Return)
- Morning (6:00 AM - 9:00 AM): Wake up. Try to pretend it's not happening. Have a final breakfast, stuffing my face with everything. Check out. Say goodbye to the amazing hotel staff. Make a vow to come back as soon as possible.
- Afternoon (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): Get to the airport. The flight home. Try to hold onto the feeling of sunshine on my skin and sand between my toes.
- Afternoon/Evening (12:00 PM onwards): The long flight home. Feel a mix of exhaustion and profound longing already. Start planning my next trip to Goa before I even land.
Important Notes & Rambles:
- Currency: Rupees. Learn to haggle.
- Food: Be adventurous, always drink water.
- Transportation: Scooters are fun, but proceed with caution. Tuk-tuks are convenient, if you can handle the chaos.
- Expect the unexpected: Things will go wrong. Embrace it. It's part of the adventure.
- The most important thing: Relax. Breathe. Enjoy every single moment, even the messy ones. This is your trip, and it's going to be amazing.
And now, I'm off to pack (again). Wish me luck! And maybe, just maybe, I'll send you a postcard…if the postal service doesn't fail me. Wish me luck!
Escape to Paradise: Bora Bora Villa in Mamaia, Romania!
Alright, let's start with the big one: What's it all about, anyway? You know, the meaning of life? (Cough, cough, I'm not expecting a *great* answer, but...)
Oh, *that* question. The one that's kept philosophers employed for centuries. Okay, here’s my totally unqualified, highly subjective take: I think the *meaning* of life isn’t some pre-packaged thing you find, like a treasure map in a cereal box. It's more like... crafting a really weird, slightly lopsided sculpture out of Play-Doh and whatever you find lying around the house. Sometimes it's beautiful. Sometimes it's just a terrifying blob. And sometimes, you accidentally sit on it. (Don't ask.)
I'm still very much figuring this out. Some days it's finding a good coffee and a book. Some days it's keeping the houseplants from staging a mutiny. I *suspect* it's about connection, about trying to be a decent human being (emphasis on “trying”), and hopefully, not completely embarrassing yourself on the internet.
Okay, so you're saying there's no easy answer. Fair enough. But what about *happiness*? How *do* you get it -- the real, non-photoshopped kind?
Happiness, huh? That slippery little bugger. I swear, the more you chase it, the further it runs. I once spent *months* trying to be “happy.” I meditated, I ate kale (blech), I walked a labyrinth (it seemed like a good idea at the time). And you know what? It just made me more anxious. Because, secretly, what I really wanted was nachos. And I couldn't have them, because I was "on a journey to inner peace."
So, the (totally flawed, based-on-personal-experience) conclusion? Happiness isn’t a destination, it's a *side effect*. It tends to show up when you're: 1) Doing something you actually enjoy, even if it's just watching bad reality TV. 2) Connecting with people you love and who love you back (even if they’re occasionally infuriating). 3) Accepting that you're not perfect. In fact, embracing your imperfections is a biggie. It's freeing! Like not having to iron your socks.
Speaking of imperfection… What's the biggest screw-up you've ever had? And is there a point to this question, or am I just nosy?
Oh, where to *begin*? Let's see... Okay, so there was this time I got fired from a temp job for accidentally setting a stapler on fire. Not *literally* on fire, but... it got bad. They'd asked me to staple, like, a thousand pages of something and I was distracted by this incredibly dumb song, singing along, and bam – stapler explosion. The supervisor was like, "What happened?" And all I could do was stare at the charred remains and mumble something about a "rogue ink cartridge." Mortifying.
And the point? Well, it’s that we all mess up. Repeatedly. Embarrassingly. The *really* important thing is how you recover. Did I learn from it? Maybe not the stapler part. (I still get jumpy around staplers, ngl.) But I *did* learn that sometimes, laughter is the best medicine, even if you're the one who's setting the equipment on fire. And also, never sing along to music at work. Especially if it’s really crap.
Okay, moving on to the more mundane: What do you do when you’re feeling… well, just *blah*?
The blahs? Oh, I *know* the blahs. My go-to remedies are: 1) Comfort food of some kind. Pizza, definitely. Chocolate is also acceptable. Don't judge. 2) Cuddling with the pets! (If you have them, otherwise, borrow one. Kidding... mostly). 3) Forcing myself outside, even if it's just a quick walk around the block. Sunshine and fresh air are miracle workers, even if I grumble about it the entire time. 4) Binge-watching something completely mindless. Something where the plot is paper-thin and the characters are predictably quirky. Brain off mode. Glorious.
Sometimes, though, you just have to acknowledge that you're going through a slump. And that's okay. We're not robots. We're human. It’s okay to feel... *blah*. It’s even okay to wallow in it for a little while. Just don't stay there forever. Eventually, you gotta get up and slap on some metaphorical (or literal) lipstick and face the day. Even if it's just to go buy pizza.
What's the best piece of advice you've ever received? (And, bonus points if it's actually useful.)
Alright, this is tough. So much advice is cliché. "Follow your dreams!" (Okay, but how do I pay rent while I'm following my dreams of becoming a competitive cheese sculptor?). "Believe in yourself!" (Easier said than done when you're convinced you're going to accidentally set a stapler on fire again.)
I think the best, most useful little nugget came from my grandma. She was the queen of the sensible attitude. She always said “This too shall pass.” And as annoying as it sounded as a kid, it's actually a good reminder during chaos and hard times. Good times end, but… everything eventually changes. And that can be a scary thought, but also a comforting one. Because even the worst days, the most awful situations, they’re going to end. And you’ll probably be okay. Maybe even a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser (and a little less prone to set things on fire, hopefully).
What are your opinions about work-life balance? Like are jobs evil?
Well, is work evil? It depends on the job, honestly. Some people are lucky and get jobs that they genuinely enjoy. Others are stuck in jobs that suck the life out of them. And frankly, I'm going to be honest: the jobs that suck the life out of you are generally bad for your health and well-being.
Work-life balance is a myth, let's be honest. It's really work-life juggle. Some days you're juggling really well, and everything feels... balanced. You're getting your work done, you're making time for friends and family, you're even exercising, and you're getting enough sleep. And then there are other days—weeks, months—when the balls are all in the air and about to crash down on your head. My advice about it is to be kind with yourself. Don't feel guilty about the times you're not at the top of your game. Try to do the best youRoam And Rests
