Hotel Indah Manila
How has this hotel rated in the past?
Travelers also recommend:
TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Indah Manila
Travel Blogs from Manila
... out in song. Voices are loud enough to hear across the room and it’s not unusual for other people to join in. I often laugh because I think about how different it is in the Buffalo office. If someone started singing at the volume that the reps here do, I’d have to pull people off each other as punches would be thrown! Maybe I’ll pitch a series to FOX that is a combo of “The Office” ...
... a simple matter of waiting for the 8pm night bus to Legazpi. Our seats were right at the front, and we watched the roads for a while before resorting to the Kobos until the lights were switched out.
A night of broken sleep was punctuated by views of the endless roadworks and the occasional rest stop. At one of these, the second driver started his shift, despite Jacqui deeming him "too small" to be a bus ...
... we enjoyed sharing a few stories over a drink then off to bed. Riding scooters, surfing, bartering, sun bathing and Corey buying us a drinks on Kuta beach was a great first day. Pedal biking through the villages near Ubud was great fun! Breakfast by an old Volcano, tried some interesting tea and coffee, held a large spider, toured a family home in a village that made bamboo woven mats, walked through the rice fields and helped the locals beat the rice out of the stems. Challenged ...
... pub hopped before landing ourselves at a massive club, which seemed to have about 20 different rooms spread across 5 floors. They offered free drinks for an hour so we couldn't refuse! We tore up the dance floor while laughing til our tummy's hurt before we called it a night.The next day we spent lounging in our hotel pool, despite the grey, gloomy skies. As movie buffs and popcorn addicts, we decided it would be a good night to catch a film. After scarfing down a delicious ...
... in the cemetery
that I so wished to see. Bert tried to say something but I pretended
to ignore him, so he would not notice my teary eyes.
Women and men dressed in
traditional costume threw their arms into the air welcoming our ship,
and all of us passengers. Suddenly, somewhere down the wharf,
started a cacophony of music, laughter and singing.
The warmest of smiles and greetings
welcomed us. ...