Beige walls, a bed with a anonymously hues coverlet, random art on the walls and a TV in the corner. Every hotel in the world has all of the above with changes fractionally appearing as the research gets better and the budget gets increased.
But, there are 3 places to rest our weary travellers heads that made so much more of a memory mark. No, not the marble-lined luxury French wine chateau, the London city skyline we didn’t want to close our eyes against, our floating hotel or even the Bee terrace at St Ermin’s hotel.
The Polar Bear concierge in Tromso, North Norway
Literally just sat at the window sill with a chair pulled up to the prettiest view from our waterfront hotel room, we spent a lot of time just watching the port boats slip in and around. Cup of tea in hand, and freshly made waffle in plate (complete with Strawberry jam & the infamous Norwegian brown cheese) life felt pretty good on my birthday trip.
But, the highlight that made our hotel one of the most memorable was the stuffed, life-size polar bear that greeted hotel guests as we made our way to our rooms. There wasn’t a single person who didn’t gape and then selfie.
We had fallen in love with Norway from a height of 30,000 feet. Flying from Olso to Tromso, a small island city 200 miles into the Arctic circle, we couldn’t believe our eyes as volcanic plateaus, fjords and deep green ocean unfolded from our small aeroplane window. OH how I want to revisit…
Living it up at the Hotel California, Hollywood Los Angeles
Our private apartment was in the hotel famous for hosting The Eagles and appearing on the inside of their infamous album cover. He was so thrilled that Mr Kiwi stopped dead in the centre of the foyer to exclaim in excitement (I just nodded with a ‘yes dear, can we do this in the morning please?’ like the killjoy I am) at recognising a place of music history.
Our apartment was a foodie paradise; a himalayan salt block in the kitchen, surprising array of whiskey and a plethora of cookbooks, but we preferred to grab or meals on the hoof, and we made sure to drink pink champagne on the fire escape overlooking the Hollywood Sign.
Blowing all of our low expectations out of the water, we still talk about how our unique accommodation really made the trip to the glittering streets of Hollywood…
Princesses for the night (sans peas) in Gloucester
Once upon a time, two Kiwi girls voyaged across the globe in search of adventure, exotic climes, unbelievable history and the occasional good quality Flat White. Years pass, each settling at opposite ends of the M25. Having grown up in the same small town they were fortuitously destined to meet over the clinking of beautiful London fine china to discuss the finer vagarities of blogging, shoes, life in England and taste-testing arrays of gluten-free dining.
Their requests were simple; turrets, a four-poster bed and not driving through the twisting one-way system of Sheffield (after a hysterically funny 30min occasion of getting lost on a previous roadtrip). With the aid of a modern day grimoire (ie. Google Maps) the stunning Thornbury Castle was chosen.
Intended as a home for Edward Stafford, the Duke of Buckingham, the castle was almost finished by 1521, when the Duke’s distant cousin, Henry VIII, accused him of treason, then had him beheaded and confiscated his castle. Fourteen years later, Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn enjoyed a ten-day retreat at Thornbury Castle as part of a honeymoon tour”.
Need I say any more?
So tell us, what are the most interesting and memorable places you’ve rested?