Thursday, August 30, 2007
Never Visit This Place
Never visit this place
Every business must have a selling point – a reason a customer chooses the service or good. The same applies to hotels. For a place to lay your head, Tokyo offers little cells to sleep in. France has automatic credit-card check-in joints for the simple and budget-conscious travelers. Inner-city luxury hotels with in-room Jacuzzis whet the appetites of the over-night romantic splurgers… et cetera.
One could imagine that in a rustic, converted farm manor such as Sonnerupgaard Gods that the main point of paying exorbitant prices for a hostel-style (re: shared bathroom facilities) bed and breakfast would be to ‘get away from it all’. Thus, the smell of cow dung, heavy on the air (interestingly, there was not a single farm animal to be seen – only a few ducks); the mosquitoes; the lack of internet facilities, and the curt manner of the staff would only add to the charm of the place.
However, if after 11 p.m., the walls and floors start shaking and the sound of exceedingly loud and tacky disco-pop start floating into your room, one begins to wonder why one drove out 3 hours from Copenhagen to find this place, surrounded by peaceful hills. Does this not defeat the purpose of the stay? So, a peaceful, relaxing night of rest did not materialize until 4 a.m. And a rude awakening followed shortly after seven with the sound of hung-over (or not yet slumbered) party guests of the previous night) shouting in the hallways as they prepare for breakfast.
I would have gained free-entrance into a nightclub (and perhaps even a complimentary drink), heard the same music, slept at the same time, picked up a wireless connection, and avoided a few mosquito bites. I also imagine they would have a more talented DJ that could at least mix records seamlessly. The only thing in common between a night at Sonnerupgaard and a nightclub would have been the smell of shit.
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