Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Bungalow Awaits in Sunny Bastorf, Germany!
Escape to Paradise… Or Maybe Just Bastorf? My (Unfiltered) Review of Your Dream Bungalow
Alright, alright, let's get real. Escape to Paradise in Bastorf, Germany. Sounds… romantic, right? Well, I just got back, and let's just say my expectations of a tropical getaway were… adjusting somewhat as I drove through the charmingly rural landscape. But hey, what’s life without a little disappointment, right? Let’s dive in, shall we? And yes, I’m going to be brutally honest.
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Arrival and the Bungalow: Paradise (Maybe) Found?
So, the drive. Bastorf is beautiful. Rolling hills, charming villages, the whole shebang. Finding the Bungalow? Easy peasy. Check-in was…well, I'd rate it a solid "functional." Contactless check-in was on offer, but let's be frank, I like a human face. The doorman wasn't available at the time I needed it. A slightly frazzled front desk person, and some paper slips, and boom, I had a key. Fine.
My room? A “Dream Bungalow.” Okay, I get the name now. The dream is, one day I'll afford something that doesn't require me to walk across a gravel path in my slippers. The reality was, a spacious room, non-smoking (thank goodness!), and with a view of…well, a slightly overgrown garden. Not quite Maldives, but the air conditioning was a godsend. (Thank you, Jesus, for air conditioning!)
Room Rundown (The Good, The Bad, and the “Wait, Is That a…?!”)
- The Good: Free Wi-Fi (amen!), a comfy bed (extra long, even!), and the bathrobes! Oh, the bathrobes. Soft, fluffy, and perfect for pretending you're royalty. The free bottled water was a nice touch. There was a mini-fridge too. Bonus for the slippers!
- The Not-So-Good: The internet access - well it was ok. Internet access – wireless? Better. Internet access – LAN. Well, you can forget about it, that's what the front desk said. And no, I’m not that tech savvy, and the “alarm clock” was a phone I only used once. There was a slight musty smell in the room, but maybe that's just the charm of a German bungalow… and could be because of the rain. The bathroom, while private and clean, felt a bit dated.
- The Quirky: The "dream" aspect of the room seemed to be implied, not visually delivered. Where’s the palm tree? (Or even a decent fake one?) The "scale" in my room, it was more of a vintage scale. The “additional toilet” wasn't there but the extra large bed and the shower were!
Amenities: Spa Dreams, Fitness Flops, and Poolside… Mediocrity?
Okay, let's talk Spa. That was the draw of the place for me. And did it deliver on it's promise? Kind of. Sort of. I mean, there was a sauna. And a steam room. And a pool with a view (yes, that view!), that was a beautiful view. But here's the catch: the "spa" facilities felt a bit…understaffed. And busy. The Body scrub was good, the body wrap was even better. The foot bath felt a little… cold.
- The Pool: The outdoor pool was lovely, even in the slightly overcast weather. I sat on the terrace. I did get to relax. But, I think, the "poolside bar" was more a "poolside vending machine for water/juice."
- The Fitness Center: Now, this was a slight disappointment. The gym/fitness area was tiny. They had the best of the best - the fitness center!
- The Rest of the Spa: The massage, I wasn't able to get a booking and it was fully booked. On top of that, I wasn't a high roller.
Food Glorious Food (Or, The Trials of a Hungry Tourist)
Right, food. This is where things got interesting.
- Breakfast (Buffet): Standard. The Asian breakfast was okay. The Western breakfast - mostly what I wanted.
- Restaurants: A la carte - only on certain days. The vegetarian restaurant - I did not see it. But they do serve a lot of meat. The dessert in restaurants: good. Desserts in restaurant: Amazing. I sat in the bar. But the poolside bar? Don't even go there.
- Drinks & Snacks: The "bottle of water" I was given? I needed another one. The snack bar - yes, please. The coffee shop? Nope. They only had "coffee/tea in restaurant".
- Room Service (24-hour): Now, this was handy. Especially after a long spa session when all you want is a burger and a movie.
Cleanliness & Safety: Post-Pandemic Protocols (Mostly)
Escape to Paradise took their COVID-19 protocols seriously.
- The Good: Hand sanitizer everywhere. Staff trained in safety protocol. Daily disinfection in common areas. And they had the hygiene certification.
- The Okay: Rooms sanitized between stays. The “individually-wrapped food options” felt a little… wasteful.
- The Unnecessary: They removed the shared stationery.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag
I didn't require wheelchair accessibility, but I noticed that the facilities did have some allowances.
- Things I Saw: Facilities for disabled guests were clearly thought of.
- Things I Didn’t See: Specific information about accessible rooms was a bit vague. Some of the paths felt a bit…unpaved.
For the Kids: Did I See Any?
I only saw a couple of kids, but they seemed happy.
- Things I Noticed: Family/child friendly was on offer. Babysitting service? That was an option. Kids meal had not been thought of.
Getting Around: Airport Run?
- The Good: Car park [free of charge] was amazing. Car park [on-site] was good. But the value of the car park? Outstanding!
- The Okay: Taxi service was alright.
Services & Conveniences: The Little Extras (or Lack Thereof)
- The Good: The daily housekeeping was fantastic. They did a great job. Luggage storage was appreciated.
- The Not-So-Good: No ATM. Cash withdrawal was there.
- The Meh: The convenience store was… a bit sparse. No real reason to go there.
Overall Impression: Worth the Escape?
So, would I recommend Escape to Paradise? Hmm. It depends.
- If you’re looking for: A relaxing getaway, good food, and a spa experience, it's a solid option.
- If you need: Super fancy amenities and perfectly polished service, lower your expectations.
- If you're after: The whole "dream bungalow" experience, I'd say, temper your expectations.
My Final Verdict:
Escape to Paradise in Bastorf is a lovely spot, but it's not a perfect paradise. It’s got charm, it's got potential, and yes, I actually had a great time. The spa was nice. The staff were polite. And, hey, I got to escape (at least for a little while). And that’s what matters most.
Rating: 3.8 out of 5 stars. Needs a little polish, but definitely worth a visit. And maybe, just maybe, bring your own dream.
Greek Island Escape: Luxurious Villa with Jacuzzi in Sfakaki!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously color-coded itinerary. This is a journey, a saga, a slightly chaotic exploration of Zweedorf and Bastorf, Germany, fueled by cheap wine and the sheer audacity of booking a bungalow. Here goes…
THE ZWEEDORF & BASTORF BUNGALOW BONANZA (Or, How I Survived Germany With a Bad Back and a Terrible Sense of Direction)
Day 1: Arrival - Mild Panic and Sausage Dreams
- 14:00: Arrive at Rostock airport. Okay, so the flight was delayed. Again. Ryanair, you glorious, budget-busting devils. The "Welcome to Germany" sign in German looked intimidating, but I'm pretty sure it was just saying, "Get ready for sauerkraut." The luggage carousel spat out my bag like it was trying to be rid of it, which I immediately took as a personal attack.
- 15:30: Rental car pickup. The car is called "Bertha," and she’s a tiny, dented German tank barely bigger than my suitcase. This is going to be fun. My GPS starts barking orders. I’m already lost. I swear, I'm pretty sure Bertha is laughing at me.
- 17:00: Arrive at the bungalow in Zweedorf. HOLY. COW. The photos from the listing were deceivingly quaint. It's…rustic. Like, "barn find chic" rustic. The lawn? Supposedly a "sunbathing lawn." More like a "slightly overgrown patch of grass that is desperately clinging to life" lawn. But hey, the view of… well, something (definitely green and possibly a field) is decent, and it’s QUIET. Beautifully, eerily quiet. I’m both thrilled and slightly terrified.
- 18:00: Attempt to unpack. Back twinges. Sigh. This is gonna be a long week.
- 19:00: First mission: Find food. I'm STARVING. Head to a nearby "Imbiss" (I think that's what they're called?) for a proper German sausage. It's a religious experience. The Bratwurst! The mustard! The sheer, unapologetic joy of it all! I almost wept. This is going to make up for Bertha giving me the side eye.
- 20:00: Stroll along the (very dark, slightly spooky) lane to the bungalow. Discover I have no idea how to use the light switches. Eat a second sausage. Decide to start my day with a glass of German Riesling.
- 21:00: Attempt to read the instructions to the rental car. Pass out. It's been a flight.
Day 2: Bastorf Beach Bliss? (More Like Slightly Chaotic Coastal Capers…)
- 09:00: Wake up. The bread basket at the local bakery is more than the bungalow will cost, on a regular basis. The sun is shining! Optimism, slightly boosted.
- 10:00: Load Bertha. The "sunbathing lawn" is calling. Head to Bastorf. This is where the "beach" part of the trip is supposed to kick in.
- 10:30: Drive. Bertha is doing her best, making an impressive impression for a tiny car.
- 11:00: Arrive at the "sunbathing lawn." Okay, the "beach". It really is a beach. A pretty beach. The Baltic Sea is a gorgeous colour. The wind is whipping, but the sun is out. Success! Commence sunbathing.
- 12:00: The wind has turned into a full-blown gale. Sand is everywhere. My carefully positioned towel is now about three yards away. Spend 20 minutes chasing after it. My hair looks like a bird's nest.
- 13:00: Lunch at a beachside cafe. The fish is fresh, the beer is cold, the prices are eye-watering. But the view… oh, the view. Worth it. (Maybe)
- 14:00: Attempt to build a sandcastle. Fail miserably. My skills peaked at age seven. Watch a toddler effortlessly construct a sandcastle empire. Feel a pang of inadequacy.
- 15:00: Walk along the beach. The sea air is exhilarating. I find a perfect seashell. Keep it.
- 16:00: Back to Bertha. Start the engine! Realize I have completely forgotten where I parked. Wander around, starting to panic.
- 16:30: Discover I parked Bertha in the only place on that road that was shaded… the sun is in her mirrors.
- 17:00: Back to the bungalow. Collapse. Consider ordering takeaway.
- 18:00: Watch the sunset (beautiful!) with a glass of wine (much needed!).
Day 3: More Driving. Villages and Misadventures!
- 09:30: Decide to make the most of my situation and pick up a map. I’m bad with maps. I'm really bad with maps.
- 10:30: Attempt a day trip, something involving a "picturesque village." Get lost within five minutes. Bertha is beginning to feel like my nemesis.
- 11:30: Find a village! Its called Rerik. This is a different beach, so I try a different strategy, get confused and find an entirely different beach.
- 12:00: Lunch in Rerik. Local fare. Not sure what I ate, but it was delicious. More than I can say about Bertha.
- 13:30: Get hopelessly lost AGAIN. Bertha now seems actively hostile.
- 14:30: End up in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cows. They stare at me. I stare back. It's a standoff.
- 15:00: Finally find my way back to the main road. Bertha is wheezing.
- 16:00: Back at the bungalow, utterly exhausted. Collapse onto the sofa. Curse my terrible sense of direction.
- 17:00: Reconsider my life choices. Do I like the sea? I think I do. It's been a good day.
- 17:30: Start the washing machine. Remember that I have to hang it out on the clothes line outside.
- 18:00: Remember I have to light the wood heater. Remember that's why I'm here.
- 18:30: Take a nap. Light the wood heater.
- 19:00: Wake up, warm, and content. Have a small dinner, a bit of wine, and watch the dark roll in.
Day 4: The Day I Almost Fell… and Survived!
- 09:00: Wake up, slightly hungover. Need coffee. Need strong coffee.
- 09:30: Go to the local shop and meet the village's locals. These folks are helpful and friendly, so I decide to use this strategy more.
- 10:00: Contemplate a hike. Decide against it. Back twinge is still there.
- 10:30: Decide to walk. Walk in the dark.
- 11:00: Contemplate trying some local cuisine.
- 11:30: See a sign.
- 12:00: I am here now! The sun is shining, and the grass is green. What's not to like?
- 12:30: Decide to go for a walk on the headland. It's a stunning view.
- 13:00: Admire the beauty! Feel the breeze, and think everything is good.
- 13:30: Almost fall down the cliff. Catch myself just in time. Heart pounds. Slightly shaken, but alive!
- 14:00: Go straight to the shop and buy all the cakes. I deserve it.
- 15:00: Nap.
- 16:00: Wake up and feel alive.
- 17:00: Try some coffee and plan for tomorrow.
- 18:00: The sun is setting. I have wine. I’m content.
Day 5: Departure (And a Promise to Return - Eventually)
- 09:00: Pack. My suitcase is heavier than when I arrived. Wonder how that happened.
- 09:30: Clean the
Escape to Paradise: Your Dream Bungalow Awaits... (But, Realistically, How Dreamy?)
(Okay, so Bastorf might not be *actually* paradise, but the bungalow? Let's discuss... *gulp*)
Okay, spill it. What's the ACTUAL vibe of the bungalow? Like, is it Instagram vs. Reality?
Alright, honesty hour. The photos? Yeah, they're nice. Sunny, bright, airy. Reality? Well, it depends on the day. We arrived on a Tuesday. It *had* rained. And look, the decor is lovely! Shabby chic meets... well, let's say "coastal Grandma" without the Grandma. It's cute! But… there was this little persistent smell of, I don't know, slightly damp wood? Like a friendly, slightly melancholic otter had been living there. It vanished after a day or so, though. The *real* winner? The living room. Honestly? I spent an entire afternoon just... staring out the huge picture window at the Baltic Sea. Seriously, it's almost worth the price of admission *just* for that view. But the couch? Ah, the couch. Bless its heart. It's like a fluffy cloud of… well, let's just say I wouldn't want to be wearing white. It’s cozy though, in a lived-in kind of way. My wife, bless her heart, was a bit underwhelmed at first. I think she pictured something more... pristine. But by day two? She was curled up on that couch, reading, with the wind howling outside. And she was happy. That’s what matters, right? Mostly?
Bastorf – sounds... remote. How far is it *really* from everything? And is there a… Lidl?
Okay, the “remote” thing is... accurate. Bastorf is *definitely* off the beaten path. Like, properly off. A Lidl? Nope. Sorry. There’s a smaller supermarket in Kühlungsborn, which is about a 10-minute drive. It does the trick. Expect to do some planning. Stocking up before you arrive is a smart move. I mean you don't want to be driving around to the shops all the time, do you? And be prepared for VERY quiet evenings. Which, actually, is kind of the point. But if you crave the bright lights and the hustle, then you're in the wrong place. The drive to Rostock? About an hour. But consider the journey, it’s beautiful, proper country roads. It worked for us. It depends on your personality, I suppose. I went from panicking to loving the tranquility in about 2 hours... well, more like 3 after the coffee kicked in properly.
The kitchen. Is it, you know, actually *usable*? Because I like to cook. And I'm picky.
Ah, the kitchen. The heart of the home… assuming the home doesn’t have a leaky tap. Which, thankfully, this one didn't. I actually enjoyed the kitchen. There was a decent-sized fridge (thank God!), a fairly modern oven, and, I believe, a dishwasher. Look, it's not a Michelin-starred chef's dream kitchen. But it's perfectly functional. And clean. (Most of the time, I have to add, because… crumbs happen!). The only real *problem*? The lack of sharp knives. Seriously, the butter knives were sharper. I, a man who fancies himself a bit of a chopping champion, had to wrestle with some tomatoes. Bring your own good knife. Trust me. But otherwise, yes, utterly usable. I made pasta and the family loved it. Always a win!
What about the Wi-Fi? Crucial for a modern life! (And, you know, keeping in touch with reality... or escaping it).
Okay, Wi-Fi. Here's where it gets a bit… complicated. The listing *said* Wi-Fi. And technically, it *was* there. But think of it like this: It's like an incredibly shy, easily-spooked badger hiding in a very deep burrow. Sometimes it appeared, sometimes it didn't. I’m being dramatic. It was useable, just not ultra-fast, and a little unreliable. Definitely not streaming-Netflix-in-4k reliable. Perfectly adequate for checking emails and basic browsing. But my son, the game fanatic, was… well, he might have had a minor meltdown the first evening. We learned to embrace the “digital detox” thing. Mostly. It made us talk to each other. We played board games. It was a good thing, actually.
The beach! Because that's why we're going, right? Is it any good?
The beach. Ah, the beach. Okay, so I had *high* expectations. The pictures were stunning. Then we arrived at the beach (Kühlungsborn, about a 10-minute drive). The sand? Lovely. The water? Chilly. Very chilly. Even in July. I’m not a huge cold-water person, but the kids LOVED it. Spent hours building sandcastles and splashing around. The beach itself is long – plenty of space. There are beach chairs and umbrellas available for rent. Nice to have a proper promenade to wander along, plenty of cafes and ice cream shops. I'll be honest? It wasn't the turquoise waters of the Maldives. It's the Baltic Sea. It's rugged, it's beautiful, and it's… authentic. The wind whips around you. It feels wild. It's not a glamorous, perfectly manicured beach experience. It’s better. It is, actually. By the end of the week, I was seriously addicted. And honestly, I felt... better. More alive. It definitely made the trip worth it. Bring a sweater. And maybe a hot water bottle for the evenings.
Okay, be honest… Would you go back? And without the rose-tinted glasses.
Would I go back? Hmm… Okay, brutally honest? YES. Absolutely. Despite the slightly damp smell, the wonky Wi-Fi, and the lack of a decent chopping knife, I'd go back. I'd go back for that view. I'd go back for the peace and quiet. I'd go back for the memory of my wife, curled up on that slightly saggy couch, looking happy. It's not perfection. It’s not *flawless*. It’s… real. And that, my friends, is worth more than all the perfectly curated Instagram photos in the world. But next time, I'm bringing my own goddamn knife. Seriously.
Are there any restaurants nearby? I'm not exactly a Michelin-star chef and I didn't bring my own knives.
