It’s said the journey is often more important than the destination, and in our case it has certainly been a huge part of our travel experience. That is, while we’ve visited some incredible countries, seen some inspiring views and ticked off a number of bucket-list worthy sites, we’ve also had a lot of fun in between.
Completely unexpectedly, some of the places we stayed have been so interesting I decided they should be shared in a blog post!
In Las Vegas, we were so fortunate to be offered a suite in the Hilton Elara Grand Vacations complex by my Uncle Pete. We kept our backpacks zipped in their slightly less “I’m a young backpacker travelling on a shoestring” looking covers and recycled our one nice outfit a number of times whilst staying here! With a stunning pool (complete with cocktail bar), an on-site Starbucks and direct entry to the next door shopping mall we felt as though we were in a movie. Playing at being fabulously wealthy was fun for a few days, but sadly we had to move on!
A weekend at Lake Powell involved sleeping on a house boat – a new experience for both of us! This long boat had a lower level with a lounge, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom plus an upper open-air deck. In the 40+ degree heat in the middle of the desert, the best place to sleep was outside on the deck. Sleeping under the stars, surrounded by red rock and isolated from civilization as the boat gently rocked us to sleep was a magical experience.
When we drove down the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles, we stayed over in a tiny beach community – Grover Beach. Here we were warmly welcomed by our airbnb host, and shown to our room which was actually a converted garden shed! On the outside it looked like any other shed sitting in someone’s back garden, but inside was a cosy oasis with a comfortable bed, couch, movies and good Californian wine on the house.
In Latvia when we attended the wedding of our friends Agnese and Rudi, we were invited to stay in a traditional chalet out in the country. These wooden log cabins with sloping rooves were in a picturesque setting, dotted around a central meadow in which we lit a bonfire to dance and sing around. The cabins themselves were warm and spacious, with bunk beds in the bedroom. Our bunch of rowdy kiwis piled into the loft however, laying out sleeping mats side by side and having a good ol’ sleepover!
Upon arriving in Warsaw, we gave a taxi driver our address and he drove around the block a few times before he was convinced this was the place. It turns out our accommodation is a boarding school during the year, and rents its rooms out during the holidays. We made our breakfast in a commercial sized kitchen, showered and brushed our teeth in a bathroom with rows of sinks and mirrors strangely reminiscent of primary school bathrooms and slept in little single beds. The walls were adorned with children’s art work and the large old building could easily have been the scene for an Enid Blyton book.
Poland offered another surprise, when our airbnb apartment in Krakow turned out to be above a sex shop. Unsure of how exactly to get to our apartment we hung around outside awkwardly until the seedy looking man standing outside asked if we were here for the “hotel”. “Yes..?” we tentatively replied, and he directed us upstairs to what was luckily the right place! It was a great apartment where we were just renting a room. Our hosts were lovely people and we enjoyed their company but it was still a little strange to be ducking into the doorway with the sex shop sign and to see a constant stream of men entering and exiting the lower level via the same staircase we were using!
After many hostels and various airbnb apartments, we chose to spend our nights in Stary Smokovec at the Grand Hotel. This historical hotel still looks as it must have in the 1900’s, with high ceilings, glittering chandeliers, sweeping staircases and wooden balconies. We spent rainy afternoons playing pool or using the internet in the common areas which were just so inviting with their plush armchairs and huge windows affording views over the valley. We didn’t have to leave the hotel as full board was included and it had its own spa complex.
In complete contrast to this wonderful hotel, our hostel in Ghent was the stuff of nightmares. Although the place itself seemed ok, despite the 5 flights of stairs to get to our room, the trouble started when we turned out the light…you know that feeling that something is crawling on your skin? It usually starts with an itchy bite, or having seen a mosquito, or being too hot and is usually all in your head. Not this time! Our beds were literally crawling with bedbugs, tiny, disgusting, scuttling little things which were on our sheets and pillows, running over our bodies and feeding on our blood. We were out of there quick smart!
Many of the apartments in France, Italy and Greece were in buildings hundreds of years old, and we had to summit hundreds of tiny stairs in narrow staircases to reach our accommodation. I can’t imagine how people with large wheelie suitcases manage! This was however preferable to the old fashioned elevators on offer. Running up the middle of the buildings would be a narrow cylinder within which was an elevator. When the doors opened we could see a tall rectangular box hanging from ropes and a pulley system. It was barely big enough for one person and their bag, and it looked like a coffin on its side. We took the stairs.
Using the toilet in Greece was a novel experience! Because their plumbing systems are so old, they aren’t able to cope with the large demands put on them by a growing population and a booming tourist industry. Toilet paper must under no circumstances, be flushed! It was difficult to remember this but it had to be used, then put in a bin next to the toilet. Most often a bin without a lid. The toilets didn’t smell too good in Greece.
In addition, we of course stayed in many hostels and airbnb apartments. Sometimes we barely slept thanks to snoring (how can one person make THAT much noise??) or slamming doors, other times, such as in Vilnius our hostel was a warm cosy sanctuary. Here we hung out in a comfortable, clean common room with travellers from all over Europe and the U.S., sheltering from the rain and catching up on emails and the news. I think the most important things we learned about hostels were to always take earplugs and check the beds thoroughly!
Airbnb apartments aren’t always what they seem online, and we’ve stayed in some quirky places with neck-breaking stairs, stifling loft bedrooms and no wifi. We now know: include “air conditioning” in the search filters, check if there is wifi and get excited about the unexpected!
For the last while we’ve had our own flat in Ludwigsburg, thanks to my Aunt and Uncle, and now that we are moving to Tuebingen we have started the apartment search. In the meantime we’re staying in a boarding house with beds commandeered from the nearby hospital – with adjustable mattresses so they can be propped up into sitting positions. Its quite awesome really!