Casablanca's BEST Kept Secret: BH Appart Hotel Luxury Awaits!
Casablanca's BEST Kept Secret: BH Appart Hotel Luxury Awaits! - A Brutally Honest Review (and Why You NEED to Book!)
Alright, let's cut the saccharine travel brochure crap. I just got back from BH Appart Hotel in Casablanca, and I'm here to give you the real deal. Forget those polished, perfect reviews. This one's got bumps, bruises, and a whole lotta love (and maybe a little mild disappointment – more on that later). This is it. This is the one you've been waiting for. Trust me.
Accessibility: The Good… and the Slightly Less Good.
Okay, let's start with the nitty-gritty. Accessibility. It's a mixed bag. The elevator is a massive win! Huge, spacious, and a lifesaver after a day of haggling in the souks. Facilities for disabled guests are listed (thank goodness!), but I honestly didn't test them in-depth. I'm not in a wheelchair; I'm a clumsy, slightly uncoordinated human. So, I'd recommend contacting the hotel directly if you have specific needs. The website doesn't scream "accessibility champion," but neither does it scream "avoid at all costs."
Internet Access: Connectivity - Strong with This One.
This is where BH shines. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms? CHECK! Phenomenal. Seriously, I'm a digital nomad, and a solid internet connection is my oxygen. The Wi-Fi in public areas was also reliable. No buffering, no dropped calls. Praise be! Internet [LAN]? Haven't used one of those in a decade, but hey, the option's there. Overall, a huge win for connectivity: Internet services were definitely on point, all categories passed with flying colors.
Cleanliness and Safety: Sanitized and Secure… Mostly.
Let's be real, we're all paranoid about cleanliness these days. BH Appart Hotel gets a good score here. Anti-viral cleaning products? Probably. Daily disinfection in common areas? Likely. Rooms sanitized between stays? Seems so. They say all that, and I wasn't battling any visible microbes, so I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt. Hand sanitizer was readily available (important!). Staff trained in safety protocol? Seemed like it. They were polite and professional, not freaked out and hyperventilating. Safe dining setup, with individually-wrapped food options. Good. Room sanitization opt-out available? I didn't see that, but I also didn't particularly want to opt out. CCTV in common areas and CCTV outside property - nice security features
Now, the slightly less good: While I was there, I did catch someone… sneezing into their hand near the breakfast buffet. I had a mild panic attack for a split second. Thankfully, didn't see anything further… but it highlights the ever-present battle against germs, even in a supposedly "sanitized" environment. This is a minor setback, but a stark reminder to be vigilant, and to take any precautions you need. Other than that I think they got all categories in this section covered.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Feast or Famine? (Maybe Neither)
Okay, food. This is where things get… interesting. Breakfast [buffet]? Yes! And a pretty decent one. Western breakfast, Asian breakfast were great. Coffee/tea in restaurant was good. The Coffee shop, had all the main staples. The Restaurants… ah, yes. The hotel boasts a few restaurants, but I went to the one next door for dinner, which was pretty good… but I was lazy. A la carte in restaurant: Didn't try it, but the menu looked promising. Happy hour? I didn't see one advertised, but that doesn't mean it didn't exist! Poolside bar? Nope.
The real truth of the eating experience: It's functional. It's not gourmet brilliance. But it's there. If you're looking for a culinary pilgrimage, this ain't it. If you want a solid, convenient meal, you're covered. I opted for room service a few times when I was tired and a little bit hungover. Room service was good.
Things to do, ways to relax: The Pampering Possibilities!
Woohoo! This is where BH Appart Hotel gets serious points. Fitness center? Solid. Not huge, but enough to get a good workout in. Gym/fitness? See above. Pool with view? YES! Stunning. Seriously, the view from the pool is worth the price of admission alone. Swimming pool [outdoor] Yep. Spa/sauna? There's a spa! I treated myself to a massage. It was heavenly. Body scrub, Body wrap? Available, although I didn't try these. Steamroom? Sure. It's not a full-blown, over-the-top spa experience, but it's a great way to unwind after a day of exploring. I would highly recommend using the spa.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Luxuries.
So, the little things. Concierge? Helpful. Daily housekeeping? Stellar. My room was immaculate every day. Elevator? Absolutely. Laundry service? Available. Luggage storage? Yep. Safe deposit boxes? In the rooms. All the usual suspects are present and accounted for. Car park [free of charge]? Bonus! Front desk [24-hour]? Another bonus!
For the kids:
Family/child friendly? I'd say so. Babysitting service? Available! Kids meal? I'm guessing so - I didn't see any kids but the environment is very family-friendly.
Available in all rooms:
- Air conditioning? (Yes, and it works beautifully!)
- Wi-Fi [free]? (Yes, praise be!)
- Coffee/tea maker? (Yes!)
- Mini bar? (Pretty good!)
- Hair dryer, Shower, Slippers, Toiletries, Towels? All yes, and of good quality.
- Desk, Ironing facilities, Safe box? Yes to all
The Room (My Safe Haven):
Okay, let's talk about the room. I had an Air-conditioned, Non-smoking room (thank the heavens). The Bed was comfy! The Blackout curtains were a game-changer for sleeping in after late nights exploring. The Closet was spacious. Free bottled water was replaced daily – a nice touch. Internet access – fantastic! Desk, Ironing facilities, In-room safe box, complimentary tea, slippers, robe, towels, scale? Yes, yes, yes! The Shower pressure was excellent, and the Hot water never ran out. They really have thought of everything!
Getting Around: Easy Breezy Transportation.
Airport transfer: YES! Very convenient, book it! Car park [on-site]: Great for those with cars. Taxi service: Always an option.
The Imperfections (Because Nothing's Perfect):
Alright, here's where I get brutally honest.
- The Decor: The design is… modern. Not exactly bursting with personality, but clean, comfortable, and functional. It's not the kind of place that yells, "WOW, I'M IN MOROCCO!" but it's not offensively bland either.
- The Vibe: It's very business-y. It's geared more towards the corporate traveler than the bohemian backpacker. If you're looking for a wild, vibrant party scene, this ain't it.
The Emotional Reaction:
I LOVED my stay. It was a fantastic experience. I would go again in a heartbeat. It's a little oasis of calm and comfort in the buzzing, chaotic world of Casablanca.
Why You NEED to Book BH Appart Hotel:
The View: Seriously, the pool view is worth the price alone. It's Instagram-worthy, and it'll make you feel like you're living the high life. The Convenience: Everything you need is right there. The Comfort: After a day of exploring, you'll be able to luxuriate in your room.
The Offer (Because You've Read This Far and You Deserve a Deal!):
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Listen, if you're looking for a clean, comfortable, convenient base for exploring Casablanca, BH Appart Hotel is a winner. It's not perfect, but it's damn good. And that pool? Seriously, book it. You
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Casablanca Chaos: A BH Appart Hotel Diary (and a Whole Lot More)
Alright, here we go. Casablanca. Morocco. I booked this BH Appart Hotel months ago, fueled by Pinterest dreams of riads and spice markets and a general sense of, you know, adventure. Now, standing here, jet-lagged and slightly terrified, I'm pretty sure adventure translates to "potential for mild to moderate disaster" in my vocabulary.
Day 1: Arrival, Appraisal, and a Tragic Tagine Incident
Morning (ish): Landed in Casablanca. The airport…okay, it wasn't exactly the glamorous arrival scene I'd pictured. More like a swirling vortex of humanity, luggage carts, and the faint, persistent smell of olives. After a minor panic attack involving a lost passport (it was in my pocket. Deep breath, self.) I finally navigated the chaos and found a taxi. The drive to the BH Appart Hotel whirled past in a blur of white buildings, palm trees, and what I think was a donkey cart. Definitely not the "Instagrammable" Casablanca I’d been promised.
Afternoon: BH Appart Hotel. Not bad, actually! Clean, modern, and the view from the balcony… overlooking a somewhat dusty, but undeniably charming, alleyway. Checked in. The guy at the reception gave me a look like I was the thousandth tourist he’d seen that day, and I probably was. I promptly dropped my phone, cracked the screen (minor disaster: check), and then, because I apparently thrive on self-sabotage, decided to find some food.
Late Afternoon: The Disaster That Was Tagine. Okay, so, I found a "charming local restaurant" (read: a place that looked like it hadn't been renovated since the French protectorate era) and ordered chicken tagine. Sounded delicious! I love tagine! But… the reality was a slightly grey, suspiciously textured chicken, a sauce that tasted predominantly of cinnamon, and a side of what I swear were the same olives I smelled at the airport. Ate approximately three bites before giving up. Lesson learned: maybe stick to the croissants.
Evening: Spent an hour attempting to download a decent translation app on my phone (another minor disaster – the Wi-Fi here is… temperamental, to say the least). Ended up just staring at the alleyway from my balcony, feeling a vague sense of existential dread. Did I mention it's hot? Like, really hot. And the air smells faintly of exhaust fumes and jasmine, which is… an experience.
Day 2: The Hassan II Mosque, and a Street Kitty Conspiracy
Morning: Hassan II Mosque. Wow. Just… wow. Seriously, this thing is massive. Truly awe-inspiring. I actually lost my jaw for a moment. The scale is insane. The detailed craftsmanship is mind-blowing. Okay, I’m officially gobsmacked. Spent a good hour wandering around, feeling like an ant in a particularly ornate anthill. Photography overload. My phone is now basically a memory card graveyard of mosque pictures. Feeling a little bit better about the day, and the entire trip, after this.
Afternoon: The Kitty Conspiracy (and My Failed Attempt at Haggling). Okay, so I wandered into the Medina, lured in by the promise of "authentic Berber rugs!" (which, let's be honest, I'm probably going to buy). The Medina… well, it's an assault on the senses. Colors! Sounds! Smells! And cats. So many cats. Skinny, street cats, all staring at you with those ancient, knowing eyes. I'm convinced they're plotting something. Probably world domination fueled by scraps of fish and a general disdain for tourists. Then, I entered a shop, and saw a very flashy berber rug. I asked if the price could be lowered, and the shop owner quoted, in a very strong and funny accent, "This is the best price! It is the price of a cow!". I laughed out loud, and he just laughed back. No haggling today apparently.
Late Afternoon: Retreat to the hotel, defeated but relatively unscathed. More phone struggles (I’m starting to think the internet here has a personal vendetta against me). Decided to embrace the chaos. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m probably going to eat another disappointing croissant tomorrow. And maybe – just maybe – I'll learn to embrace the street cat conspiracy.
Evening: Faced my fears and went back out to the Medina, this time with my new translation app (which actually, miraculously, started working!). Found a small café and managed to order a mint tea (success!), which I sipped while watching the world (and the cats) go by. Felt a tiny pang of something… not quite joy, but maybe… contentment? It wasn't perfect, but it was real.
Day 3: A Day of Discovery and a Little More Chaos
Morning: Got a decent shower at the hotel, and did a bit of laundry (success!), before going for a trip to the Casablanca market. After a little bit of fumbling around, I just went for it and purchased some local spices. I think I needed it, after all the mediocre food I ate.
Afternoon: Visited the Old Medina. Absolutely amazing, and I would recommend it to everybody. Wandered through the narrow alleyways, got a bit lost (shocker), but eventually found my way back. Then, I visited the Jewish museum of Casablanca. It was a great experience, filled with a lot of history, that I did not know before.
Evening: My third time ordering room service, and again… the food was mediocre. I guess it is what it is. I did manage to find a movie to watch, so maybe the hotel is not so bad.
Day 4: The Grand Finale… and the Long Road Home
Morning: Breakfast on the balcony. Feeling a little sad that it's the last day, but also… ready to go home. Packed up. Said goodbye to the dust alleyway (I think I might miss it, a little).
Afternoon: Headed to the airport. The departure lounge was… as chaotic as expected. One last, desperate attempt to buy some decent souvenirs (failed miserably).
Evening: On the plane. Looking out at the clouds. Reflecting on the trip. Casablanca was messy, imperfect, and full of… moments. Moments of awe, moments of frustration, moments of pure, unadulterated silliness. Did I find the "adventure" I was looking for? Maybe not the way I imagined it. But I found something. And that, I guess, is worth the cracked phone screen and the tragic tagine.
And beyond: Back home, where the Wi-Fi actually works. Already planning my next trip… maybe somewhere with fewer cats. Maybe not. Who knows? The world is messy, and that's okay.
Can you even *do* FAQs? I mean, aren't they supposed to be, like, professional and boring?
Look, I'm not gonna lie. The whole "FAQ" thing gives me the heebie-jeebies. It's all bullet points and dry facts, right? Like someone's trying to sell you a car but they're also wearing a cardigan and whispering. But... I *am* going to try. Mostly because I like a challenge, and also because someone told me I *had* to. So here we are. Prepare for the unconventional. My therapist would probably have a field day analyzing this.
Okay, so, *what* are we even talking about? Shouldn't there be, like, a topic?
Ugh, fine. Let's say, *Hypothetically*, we're talking about… **Learning to Play the Ukulele.** Why "hypothetically"? Because I *don't actually play the ukulele*. Yet. It's on my list, right next to "conquer my fear of squirrels" and "finally learn to bake a decent loaf of bread." (The squirrels, I suspect, are the easier task). But, I know *some* stuff. Borrowed some wisdom from friends, watched way too many YouTube videos, and felt the burning desire to... well... make fun of the whole learning process. Consider this a cautionary tale, and also, hopefully, a chuckle.
Is the ukulele *hard*? Be honest. Because I'm easily discouraged.
Hard? Depends. Compared to, say, brain surgery? Probably not. Compared to tying my shoelaces without looking? Potentially. I swear, I saw a video where a kid, like, *five years old*, was strumming away like a tiny Tiny Tim. Meanwhile, here I am, struggling to remember the names of the strings. G, C, E, A... or is it A, E, C, G? (Go, Cats, Eat Apples. I think that's right?!) It has its moments, the ukulele. The first time I heard a chord ring *true*... actually, that's a lie. It was out of tune and I couldn't hear much right, but I was excited. It's all about the *illusion* of talent, I think.
What about the actual *learning* process? Where do you *start*? (Please don’t say “YouTube”!)
Alright, alright, don't roll your eyes. YouTube *is* a thing. And it's filled with ukulele tutorials. And yes, it’s overwhelming. I spent like, a week, just watching tutorials before, you know, actually *touching* the thing. Start with the basics. Learn the most common chords: C, G7, Am, and F. Seriously. And *practice* those chords. Not just once. I mean, like, religiously. Until your fingertips ache and you vaguely start to consider selling your soul for perfect intonation. (This is where I am now, by the way.) I tried to skip the "boring" part (the practice part). BIG mistake. I ended up with a ukulele that sounded like a dying cat. Don't be me.
And how do you avoid the "dying cat" sound, exactly?
Oh boy. Okay, so, here's my *totally unqualified* advice on not sounding like a dying cat. First, *tune your ukulele*! Seriously. Get a tuner (there are apps, people!). Second, press down *firmly* on the strings, right behind the frets. Not too close to the fret (sharp) or the middle of the frets (muffled). Practice *clean* chord changes, slowly at first. Like, molasses slow. Then gradually increase the speed... until you go "I can move my fingers fast like *THAT*!" And then mess up and sound terrible again but keep at it. I recently watched a video where the guy said to imagine the chord as a shape. Like, "C is a triangle!" It's... mildly helpful. But mostly, just keep playing. Even if you sound awful. Because you *will* for a while. It's the initiation rite or something. The more you do it, the better you'll get. Or so I'm told...
What were the biggest challenges you faced? Or… *will* face?
Oh. The biggest challenges? Okay, so, the *learning curve*, obviously. But also… the sheer *embarrassment* of it all. Trying to play in front of *anyone*. Even the cat. (He just stared, judgingly.) I had this *brilliant* idea to impress someone with my newly-acquired ukulele skills. I’d practiced for a *whole* hour. I was ready! So, I pull out my ukulele... and then I started playing. It was “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”, in G. Sounded like a strangled frog. And I could *feel* the pity radiating off the other person. It's soul-crushing. But, like, in a good way? Maybe? It builds character. Or, it builds a sense of humor. One of those, at least. Also, I spent a fortune on a ukulele. Pretty wood, nice strings. The fear of *ruining* it is almost paralyzing. I’m half convinced I'll break a string and then I'll just... give up. (I'm probably being dramatic.)
Okay, fine. But *why* the ukulele? Why not, like, the *guitar*?
Right. The Ukulele. Well, I *love* the way it sounds, it's *cute*! It’s portable. It's less intimidating than a guitar (though, apparently, that’s debatable). It's the ukulele's fault I started this whole thing, really. I fell in love with the dang thing while watching a ukulele cover of a song I like. You know, that feeling when you hear something and just… *need* it? That's what happened! Its pure and simple, but capable of so much emotion. The guitar seems like a long-term relationship. The ukulele seems like a crush. I'm not ready for a long-term relationship. (Still can't commit to a good brand of cereal.)
