Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Stay at Hotel & Restaurant Am Bodden, Putbus, Germany
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this is gonna be a review. A messy, honest, opinionated, and slightly manic review. Let's dive headfirst…
The Hotel: A Chaotic Symphony of Expectations (and, occasionally, Deliverance)
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Right, so, I recently stayed at… well, let's just say a "fancy-pants" hotel. They had everything on the list, which, as you’ll soon find out, is both a blessing and a curse. And I'm here to tell you, it was an experience. Buckle up, because we're going in.
Accessibility: Almost… but Not Quite.
Okay, first things first. I'm not in a wheelchair, but I'm always super aware of accessibility because, you know, empathy. The hotel claimed to be wheelchair accessible. They ticked the boxes: "Elevator," "Facilities for disabled guests"… but honestly, it felt like they thought about accessibility, then promptly forgot about it.
- Wheelchair accessible: Mostly. Ramps existed, the elevator was decent… but good luck navigating the ridiculously tight corner in the hall near the gym. Seriously, you needed to perform a three-point turn to avoid taking out a floral arrangement. It's like they wanted to look accessible and then, halfway through construction, just… gave up.
- Accessibility Rating: 6/10. Room for improvement. Big time.
On-Site Eateries & Lounges: A Gastronomic Maze
Let's face it, food is critical to my mood. A bad meal can ruin a whole day, a good meal can make me momentarily believe in world peace. This place? A culinary roller coaster!
- Restaurants: Multiple. Fine dining with tablecloths you could iron your face on. Casual bistros. A pool bar that played terrible reggae on repeat. The variety was there, but the quality? Well, that varied wildly.
- A la carte in restaurant: Yes, thankfully. I swear, I can't do buffets anymore.
- Asian cuisine in restaurant: Offered! The ramen actually wasn't half bad.
- International cuisine in restaurant: Check. It was… safe. Predictable. Like listening to a band cover the same song at every performance.
- Poolside bar: Vibes: A hot mess. The music was awful and the cocktails were… let's just say they weren't crafted.
- Breakfast: Buffet. The buffet. It was a thing of beauty and horror, both. So many choices, so many people touching everything. The bacon was consistently perfect. The pastries, sometimes stale.
- Coffee shop: Fine. Standard hotel coffee. No complaints.
- Happy hour: I'm a sucker for a deal. The happy hour was great - solid value, reasonably strong drinks.
- Rating: 7/10. Food was a B, but the variety, and that happy hour…
Internet: A Tale of Two Wi-Fi's
- Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! YES, at last!
- Wi-Fi in public areas: Yes, but it was painfully slow. Like dial-up slow.
- Internet [LAN]: Huh?
- Internet: I needed the internet for work and for streaming. It was a mixed bag. My room WiFi was fast and reliable. The public areas? Forget about it. Don't even try to download your emails, just grab another cocktail.
- Rating: 8/10 for the room's WiFi. 3/10 for everything else.
A Spa That Promised Nirvana (and Delivered… Mostly)
Okay, the spa. THIS is where things got interesting. I mean, a spa is supposed to be a sanctuary, right? A place to unwind, to be pampered, to forget your troubles? Well…
- Spa: They had one! A proper one!
- Massage: I HAD a massage. Excellent. My masseuse, bless her heart, knew exactly what knots I hadn't realized I had until she was digging into them. I almost cried, and that's a good thing. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
- Sauna, Steamroom, Pool with view: CHECK, CHECK, CHECK! The sauna could’ve melted steel. The steam room… well, it steamed. The pool with the view was spectacular.
- Body scrub, Body wrap: Everything you'd expect. I got the body scrub, and I left feeling like a new human.
- Spa/sauna: Overall? Fantastic.
- Rating: 9/10. The massage alone earns them points.
Cleanliness & Safety: The Post-Pandemic Paradox
This is where the hotel really tried to shine. And, honestly, they did a pretty good job of it.
- Cleanliness The room, the common areas, the gym, everything spotlessly clean. They clearly took the pandemic seriously.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Used.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Understood.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Yes.
- Hand sanitizer: EVERYWHERE.
- Hygiene certification: Yes.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Yes.
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter: Mostly enforced, although sometimes guests seemed to forget the rule.
- Safe dining setup: Everything was well spaced, and the staff was vigilant about cleaning.
- Cashless payment service: Essential.
- Rating: 9/10. They made me feel safe, and that’s priceless.
Things To Do & Ways to Relax: Activities galore!
Okay, so besides the spa, which was heavenly, there were plenty of activities, and definitely ways to relax.
- Fitness center: I used it. The equipment was modern, the gym clean, and the view from the window was pretty nice.
- Gym/fitness: Yup, there it was.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Check!
- Terrace: You could drink coffee, and enjoy the sunset, or just sit there and watch the world go by. Very relaxing.
- Rating: 8/10.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Adventures in Food
Yeah, dining was…an experience.
- Breakfast [buffet]: Listed, but I've already spoken about it.
- Bar: There was one. They had the sports channel, for some reason.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Standard, nothing exciting.
- Desserts in restaurant: Delicious!
- Room service [24-hour]: Yes! This was a lifesaver. Especially after a late-night spa visit.
- Snack bar: Yes, basic snacks.
- Rating: 7/10.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Things
- Cash withdrawal: Yes, ATMs.
- Concierge: Useful for the things I needed to book.
- Daily housekeeping: Excellent. They somehow managed to make my room look even tidier than when I first arrived.
- Elevator: Yes, thankfully, this one was working.
- Facilities for disabled guests: See accessibility section.
- Food delivery: From outside restaurants.
- Laundry service, Ironing service: Brilliant.
- Meeting/banquet facilities: Looked impressive, if you like that sort of thing.
- Safety deposit boxes: Helpful.
- Smoking area: Yes.
- Rating: 8/10
For The Kids… or Not?
- Babysitting service: Available.
- Family/child friendly: It seemed to be, but I didn't bring kids.
- Kids meal: Existed, which is always a good sign.
- Rating: 8/10
Available in All Rooms (The Nitty Gritty)
- Air conditioning: Needed.
- Bathroom phone: For emergencies, possibly?
- Bathrobes: The good kind.
- Blackout curtains: Essential.
- Coffee/tea maker: Yes, perfect for those weary mornings.
- Free bottled water: I always appreciate this.
- Hair dryer: Definitely needed.
- In-room safe box: Good for all the valuables.
- Internet access – wireless: YES!
- Mini bar: Yes, but expensive.
- Non-smoking: Yes.
- Private bathroom: Of course.
- Satellite/cable channels: The important ones.
- Shower: Good water pressure.
- Toiletries: Decent quality.
- Towels: Fluffy.
- Wake-up service: Yes!
- **Wi-Fi
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your breezy, perfectly-polished travel blog. This is the raw, unfiltered, slightly-hungover truth from my recent (and let's be honest, slightly disastrous) trip to Hotel & Restaurant Am Bodden in Putbus, Germany. Prepare yourselves.
The "Plan" (Hah!) for Putbus - A Comedy of Errors
Day 1: Arrival - Promises, Promises… and Pretzels
7:00 AM (ish) - Frankfurt Airport - The Great Caffeine Quest: Okay, so Frankfurt's not exactly my favorite place. Smells vaguely of stale pretzels and existential dread. But coffee is critical. Found a place that seemed vaguely less depressing than the others – a weak German coffee, but a lifeline nonetheless. Already feeling the pressure of a flight in the next few hours, and I'm not sure how it will go.
12:00 PM - Arrive in Stralsund and then Putbus - Travel Fatigue: The train ride from Stralsund to Putbus was… scenic. Okay, it was pretty. Lush green fields, quaint little villages, cows looking profoundly unimpressed with everything. I, on the other hand, was starting to feel the strain of the entire trip. My suitcase, which suddenly felt like it was filled with lead bricks, was testing my will to live.
2:00 PM - Check-in at Hotel Am Bodden - False Hope? The hotel itself. Lovely. The lobby? Immaculate. The woman at reception? Efficiently polite. I took a deep breath, trying my best to exude an air of calm travel confidence, even though my "calm" usually involves hiding in the bathroom and crying for five minutes. The room? Surprisingly small, which made it all the better.
My first impression was quite pleasant. I quickly dumped my bags and immediately wanted to discover.
3:00 PM - Putbus Town Exploration - The Lost Tourist Okay, so Putbus. They call it the "White Town". And it is. Everything is white. Buildings, statues, pigeons… I felt like I'd wandered into a Wes Anderson movie, except I'm pretty sure Wes Anderson would have styled my messy bun. I got wildly lost trying to find the "Circus" (which, by the way, isn't a real circus. It's a circular park. I know, I was disappointed too). Wandering around Putbus was nice, I loved the architecture.
And the people! Everyone was so quiet and reserved. It was… different. I'm not sure I can explain it.
6:00 PM - Dinner at the Hotel Restaurant - Seafood Revelations (Maybe) The menu… well, it sounded delicious. I'm in Germany, so I obviously ordered schnitzel. I'm basically contractually obligated at this point. Except, I was in a restaurant that was known for its fish. I spent the next 45 minutes convincing myself to order a fish. And so, I had my first herring, and let me tell you, I was scared. It's pickled, it's salty, it's… an experience. I'm not sure I loved it. But hey, at least I tried something new, right? I'll give it a B. The service, however, was something else. Apparently, my waitress wasn't having the best day. She was more than grumpy. I had to ask for my check twice before she begrudgingly brought it over. Oh well, I've gotten used to it.
8:00 PM - Attempt at Relaxation (Failed) - The Television Trap: Back in the room. Time to de-stress! Except the television had about 800 channels, all of which were in German. I spent a solid hour flipping through them, desperately searching for something I could understand (or, failing that, something with subtitles). Eventually, gave up and just stared at the ceiling for a while, replaying the day.
Day 2: The Bodden, Beauty, and Bitter Regret
- 9:00 AM - Breakfast at the Hotel - The Great Bread-Based Calamity: Breakfast was included, thank God. I'm pretty sure I ate my weight in bread and cheese. German bread is a national treasure, and I nearly shed a tear of joy when I saw the selection. The coffee, however, was still a little on the weak side. Cries
- 10:00 AM - Bodden Exploration by Boat - Almost Magical: Okay, this was the highlight. We went on a boat trip on the Bodden (the lagoon). The scenery was stunning. Mist hanging over the water, the birds, the crisp air… it was almost almost magical. I even managed to take a decent photo or two!
- 1:00 PM - Lunch at a Quaint Cafe - The Sausage Incident: Found a tiny little cafe. Ordered a sausage. What I didn't realize was that it was spicy. Like, eye-watering, nose-running, needing-a-gallon-of-water spicy. I survived, but not without a lot of tears and a very red face.
- 3:00 PM - Putbus Park Exploration - Lost Again (But it's Okay!) Back in the park, wandering aimlessly. This time, though, I wasn't nearly as stressed about getting lost. I'm starting to get a feel for the place – the rhythm of the town, the way the light falls on those white buildings, the strange, silent intimacy of the place. I started to feel like I belonged.
- 6:00 PM - Dinner Attempt - The Table Fiasco: Tonight, I figured I'd be smart and make a reservation. The restaurant in the hotel was so quiet, they wouldn't allow me to eat there. Of course, I didn't realize this until I was seated. I was quite annoyed. The staff was so confusing, and I could not understand what they were saying at all.
- 8:00 PM - Bedtime - Emotional Breakdown (Slight): Bedtime finally! And I was so excited. I was so exhausted, and my mind was still replaying the day. I think that the town was great, and it was an experience.
Day 3: Departure - The Bitter Sweet Goodbye
- 9:00 AM - Breakfast (Again!) - Farewell, Bread!: One last breakfast. One last feast of German bread. One last, lingering look at the view.
- 10:00 AM - Last-minute Souvenir Shopping - The Seagull Scam: Found a little shop to buy a souvenir. One of those cheesy tourist shops that's crammed full of useless plastic. I bought a ceramic seagull, which I promptly dropped as I walked out the door. Apparently, my clumsiness is a constant.
- 11:00 AM - Check out - The Goodbye: Sadly, it was time to leave.
- 12:00 PM - Travel to Stralsund and Fly Home: - Until Next Time: On the train, I took in the view of the fields. I made a promise to myself. I will return.
Final Thoughts:
Putbus and the Hotel Am Bodden were… an experience. It's not perfect. Food could have been better. The weather, the silence, and the grumpy waitress tested me. But I learned to walk Putbus, to appreciate a place that doesn't really scream "fun." I'd recommend it, with a big, fat, slightly skeptical asterisk. Go prepared for a bit of awkwardness, a lot of bread, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of magic. And honestly? That's what makes travel worthwhile.
Unbelievable Eisenerzer Hof: Your Austrian Dream Awaits in Eisenerz!
Seriously, HOW do I get through the initial greetings without wanting to spontaneously combust from secondhand embarrassment?
Oh, honey. I FEEL you. That first hour? *Pure* cringe-fest. Here's my strategy, honed over years of awkward family get-togethers, and it's, well, *mostly* effective.
First, the smile. The forced, slightly manic grin that says, "Yes, I'm happy to see you, even though Aunt Mildred is already wearing that sparkly jumpsuit again." Practice it in the mirror. Get the angle down.
Second, the buffer. Find a friend, a cousin, even a random small child, and tether yourself to them. "Oh, *look* at little Timmy! He's gotten so big!" (Distraction is *key*.) Let them do the initial talking while you subtly maneuver into a corner with the snacks.
Third, the escape hatch. Have a pre-planned "emergency" call. "Oh, gosh, I need to take this! So sorry! Gotta go!" (Works wonders, especially if you're pretending you're a doctor. Or a very important lawyer. Or, you know, *anything* more interesting than your actual life.)
Honestly? Sometimes, I just stand there and stare blankly, nodding at everything. It's a survival tactic. I'm working on it. Don't judge my blank stare, okay?
What's the deal with the unsolicited relationship advice? Do they *know* I'm single and miserable?!
Oh, *the advice*. It's like a mandatory side of "judgy casserole" at every family gathering, am I right? They absolutely know you're single. They're probably *counting* the days until the next one so they can ask again.
Here’s the thing – they *think* they're helping. They're probably just as awkward dealing with you, but they can’t help themselves. Their intentions, however misguided and annoying, are usually… well, I wouldn't say *good*, but at least not *malicious*. Maybe.
My go-to responses are a combination of “Oh, yes, I'm working on it," (said with a vague smile that can mean *anything*) and "You know, I really value your input." (Followed by complete and utter avoidance of their input.)
Now, I’m going to confess something. Once, at a particularly brutal Christmas gathering, I blamed my cat for my dating woes. "He’s allergic to anyone who brings a potential boyfriend in." (Don't tell my cat I said that. He's sensitive, and I still need him to distract them at dinner.)
How do I avoid, uh, *certain* family members' political/religious rants? I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose it this time, you know?
Okay, let's be real. This is a minefield. You're not wrong. The rants... oh, the rants. My blood pressure is rising just *thinking* about Uncle Jerry.
The best strategy is to create a diversion, like a really well-timed cough. Get a second person involved (a sympathetic cousin is ideal) and quickly change the subject. "Did you see the game last night?" "Wow, the weather sure is... weather-y." Anything, *anything*, better than listening to Jerry explain his… *theories*… again.
If all else fails, and the rant begins anyway, I suggest this: a slow, silent retreat. Walk away. Don’t make eye contact. Just... disappear. Maybe pretend you need to go to the bathroom. More than once. Because you know what? Sometimes, self-preservation is the only option.
And if you *do* lose it? Well, it's probably understandable. Forgive yourself. Maybe a tiny glass of wine will help. And maybe some therapy. It's good to have both. (Just kidding... mostly.)
What's the deal with the food? Every single year, the same weird casseroles appear. How do I handle it?
Ah, the casserole conundrum. A timeless tradition. This is where things get... tricky. Look, not everyone is the world's best chef, and sometimes there are... issues.
Here's what I do:
- The Strategically Plated Bite: Take *one* bite. Just a nibble. Then, declare it "delicious!" (Even if you're pretty sure it's made of things you wouldn't feed a dog.)
- The "Complimentary" Drink: Wash it down. Heavily. (Wine, water, whatever helps you cope.)
- The Leftovers Lie: Make sure you have something else to eat at home, because... I mean, let's be real. Avoid bringing leftovers home. No one needs more of *that*.
I once tried a casserole from my Great Aunt Mildred that was so… *unique*… it tasted like rubber and sadness. I excused myself to the bathroom and just... stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like an hour. It was a low point. But hey, at least I survived.
How do I actually, truly, survive the family reunion? Is there a secret code?
Okay, the big question. The million-dollar question. Honestly? There is no magic code. There’s just… you. And a whole lot of deep breaths.
Here’s the best piece of advice I can give you: Lower your expectations. Seriously. Expect awkwardness. Expect uncomfortable silences. Expect people to say things that make you want to scream. That way, you'll be pleasantly surprised if things go *even slightly* better.
And most importantly, remember *why* you're there. Maybe it’s because you *have* to. Maybe it's because, deep down, there's a tiny part of you that actually *likes* these people, even the ones who drive you bonkers.
So, go. Breathe. Smile (that slightly manic smile). And remember that it will, eventually, end. And you can always tell funny stories later and commiserate with your friends. The best revenge is surviving with a good anecdote, am I right? Now go, and good luck. You'll need it.
