Escape to Paradise: Stunning Khlungsborn Holiday Home with Garden!
Escape to Paradise: Stunning Khlungsborn Holiday Home with Garden! - A Review (and my mental breakdown)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to take you on a rollercoaster ride through the Escape to Paradise holiday home in Khlungsborn. And by rollercoaster, I mean probably more like a rickety Ferris wheel that might stop at the top… maybe. This review is gonna be less pristine brochure and more honest, messy, and definitely fuelled by a week of sun, sand, and… well, let's just say a lot of coffee. My brain will also probably wander, so apologies in advance.
First Impressions & Accessibility (or the case of my suitcase and the phantom step):
Okay, so "Escape to Paradise" sounds good, right? And honestly, the pictures? They don't lie. Beautiful garden, check. Stunning house, check. The initial vibe was chef's kiss. Easy to breathe, gorgeous view, a literal slice of heaven.
Now, here's the BUT - accessibility. They mention facilities for disabled guests, which made me hopeful. But, uh… it's a European holiday home. It's charming, and the exterior hallway is lovely, but I’m not going to lie, I’m a clumsy sort anyway. The one step up into the house, a subtle little betrayal of my hopes, was a battle I only barely won with my heavy suitcase. It’s a minor detail, okay, maybe there's a ramp somewhere, but for any serious mobility issues… consider asking very specific questions before you book to see if this gorgeous place is right for you.
Rooms, Glorious Rooms (and the Battle of the Blackout Curtains):
The room? Heaven. Seriously. I’m talking air conditioning that actually worked (a small miracle in this climate!), a private bathroom, a desk that was actually usable (unlike some I've wrestled with in the past), and a wi-fi [free] signal that was strong enough to support ALL my social media addiction… I mean, research. Essential.
But OH, those blackout curtains. Listen, I’m a light-sensitive sleeper. I thrive on darkness. And these curtains? They delivered! The extra-long bed was a godsend. Seriously, I’m a taller person and it’s rare to be comfortable. I could sprawl, I could dream, I could… oh! The things I could do in peace and quiet! They also provided slippers, which is such a small thing, but made me feel like I was staying in a proper mansion.
The only issue was, I spent half an hour trying to figure out how to work the satellite/cable channels. I mean, seriously, who reads manuals anymore? I will say I enjoyed the complimentary tea and free bottled water. Those are always a nice touch.
Food, Glorious Food (and My Quest for Caffeine):
Okay, let's talk food. Because let’s be honest, that’s 80% of the holiday experience, isn't it? Breakfast in room? Yes, please! I mean, imagine waking up to a tray of deliciousness. It was… okay. It was good, but not amazing. The coffee, however, was a tragedy. I swear, I went on a caffeine quest for the duration of my stay. The coffee/tea maker in the room was… well, it was there. The coffee shop in the hotel was a tiny little kiosk, and the coffee was meh. This is a hill I am willing to die on. I would have loved to see a vegetarian restaurant or Asian cuisine in restaurant.
The hotel does have restaurants, bar, and poolside bar. The salad in restaurant was pretty good. All the restaurants' fare was good.
The Spa, Swimming Pool, and Ways to Relax (AKA My Attempt at Zen):
The brochure boasts of spa, sauna, steamroom, massage, pool with view, and a swimming pool [outdoor]. Yeah, there are lots of ways to relax! I’m not gonna lie, I went in with high hopes. I’d envisioned myself, calm, serene, possibly even glowing.
I tried the pool with view, and it was beautiful. And the swimming pool [outdoor] was a delight. I tried a massage. It was good. It was a massage. They have a Spa, and spa/sauna, which I didn't get to try.
My attempt at zen was a magnificent fail.
Cleanliness and Safety (because, you know, life):
This is where they nailed it. Post-pandemic, you want to know the place is clean, right? Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, rooms sanitized between stays, sanitized kitchen and tableware items, and staff trained in safety protocol were all a huge relief. The hand sanitizer dispensers were plentiful, the first aid kit was visible and the hygiene certification certainly offered peace of mind. They also had smoke alarms, fire extinguisher, CCTV in common areas, and CCTV outside property to keep you safe. So basically, they’re looking out for you.
Services and Conveniences (because, let's face it, we're lazy):
Daily housekeeping? Yes! Laundry service? Double yes! Having your clothes washed and your room cleaned while you're frolicking in a pool is a luxury I will happily embrace. The concierge was also helpful, though he seemed to be on a permanent coffee break himself. I enjoyed the gift/souvenir shop and coffee shop and also the convenience store. And the cash withdrawal.
Things to Do (or, How I Pretended to be a Tourist):
Okay, so Khlungsborn isn't exactly the party capital of the world. But that's… kind of the point. It's meant to be relaxing. They did have audio-visual equipment for special events, but there weren't any! They offer bicycle parking, car park [free of charge], car park [on-site].
Getting There and Around:
Airport transfer is available, which is a huge relief after a long flight. They also offer taxi service and valet parking.
Overall Verdict (and My Final Thoughts, Probably While Drinking Coffee):
Would I recommend Escape to Paradise? Absolutely. It's a beautiful house, a wonderful locale, and the staff were, in general, lovely and helpful.
But (and there’s always a "but," right?), there are a few things to consider:
- Accessibility: Check, check, check. If you have mobility issues, be very clear about your needs when booking.
- Coffee: I beg you, pack your own. Or maybe just locate the best coffee shop immediately on arrival.
- Embrace the Chill: This isn't a party destination. It's about unwinding, relaxing, and getting away from it all. And in that, it succeeds beautifully.
So, go. Escape to Paradise. Just maybe bring your own coffee. And a good book. And a willingness to embrace a little bit of imperfection… because that's life, isn't it?
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your sterilized, travel-brochure itinerary. This is… well, my itinerary. The one written by someone who's probably going to spill coffee on it within the first hour. We’re going to Kuhlungsborn, baby, to a freakin' holiday home with a garden! Sun, sea, and hopefully, a little less existential dread.
Kuhlungsborn Chaos: A "Plan" (Ha!)
Day 1: Arrival & the Great Unpacking Disaster (aka "Where Did I Put the Damn Corkscrew?!")
- Morning (ish): Fly into Rostock-Laage Airport (ROK). Pray the flight isn't delayed. My anxiety has been running rampant.
- The Great Rental Car Hunt: Okay, so, I booked a tiny, fuel-efficient car. I received a behemoth, probably designed to haul entire Bavarian beer gardens. Fine. We'll roll with it. Now, where's the sat-nav… and how does this thing even start? My German is… well, let's just say pointing and frantic hand gestures might be involved.
- Mid-day: Arrive at the holiday home! (Fingers crossed the key works. And the place doesn’t look like a crime scene.) The photos online were gorgeous. Hoping the reality doesn’t involve peeling wallpaper and the faint scent of damp. (Narrator: It did, just a little.)
- The Unpacking Saga: This is where it all falls apart. My travel partner, bless their heart, is a master of organized efficiency. I, on the other hand, function like a whirlwind in a linen closet. Suitcases? More like eruption zones of chaos. The corkscrew search will be legendary, I'm telling you. Somewhere between the rogue socks and the emergency chocolate stash…
- Afternoon: Conquer the grocery store. This is where my (very) basic German will be tested. I envision awkward pointing, frantic pronunciation of "Brot" (bread), and accidentally buying a jar of something that looks like pickled eyeballs. But hey, it's all part of the adventure, right?
- Evening: First sunset over the Baltic. Hopefully, it's as stunning as the pictures. Toast it with whatever wine I can find and collapse in blissful exhaustion on the couch. If I can find a couch. (See: Unpacking Saga.)
Day 2: Beach Bliss (and the Seagull Incident)
- Morning: Wake up. Hopefully not to the sound of a thousand seagulls. This sounds so lovely, but I hate seagulls. Head straight to the beach. The sand is like powdered sugar, they say. I'm hoping it’s true. (And not littered with, you know, seagull detritus.)
- Beach Essentials: Sunscreen, book, towel, maybe a strategically placed inflatable flamingo for maximum Instagrammability. (Don't judge me!)
- The Seagull Incident: Okay, so maybe I was too optimistic about the seagull-free zone. Picture this: I'm finally relaxed, halfway through my book, when a massive seagull swoops down and attempts to steal my sandwich. I swear, the audacity! It was a scene worthy of a slapstick comedy, me flailing, the seagull cackling, the other beachgoers looking on in amusement. I lost the battle. The sandwich, gone. This is why I hate seagulls.
- Afternoon: Walk along the pier, maybe treat myself to some fresh fish. Try to forget about the avian bandit.
- Evening: Stroll along the promenade, find a restaurant with a view. Maybe try out some local seafood, if I’m brave. (That seagull experience… still fresh in my mind.)
Day 3: Cycling Shenanigans & the Quest for the Perfect Strudel
- Morning: Rent bikes! I haven't ridden a bike in… well, let's just say it's been a while. The last time I did, I ended up in a ditch. Praying for a smoother ride this time. (Also, praying I don't get run over by a car. German drivers are notoriously efficient.) Tour some of the local areas just outside the main area.
- Mid-day: Picnic somewhere scenic. Sandwiches, fruit, maybe even some of those pickled eyeballs (just kidding… maybe). The perfect picnic spot. The perfect view. The perfect photo for the gram.
- Afternoon: The Strudel Obsession Begins: The quest for the perfect Apfelstrudel. I've heard rumors of a local bakery that makes it from scratch. I'm on a mission. This is serious business. Failing to eat the best strudel will be the worst thing that could happen.
- Evening: Success! I found it! The bakery! The strudel! Pure, unadulterated, flaky, cinnamon-y perfection. It was a moment. A transcendental experience. I may or may not have cried a little. The rest of the evening consists of enjoying the delicious treat, and not sharing.
Day 4: The Heiligendamm Debacle (or, "Fancy People and My Awkward Self")
- Morning: Day trip to Heiligendamm, Germany's oldest seaside resort. I should fit right in. (Narrator: she didn't.) It's all grand architecture, elegant hotels, and people who probably know the proper way to say "crumpet."
- The Heiligendamm Debacle: I was way out of my league. Wearing my slightly faded jeans and a t-shirt, I felt like a particularly uncultured penguin waddling through a ballroom dance. I managed to accidentally walk into a private event and nearly spill a drink on a woman who looked like she’d stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. I'm pretty sure my attempt at an apology sounded more like a confused bleat.
- Afternoon: I retreated to a less intimidating spot on the beach, ate some ice cream, and watched the waves. Maybe Heiligendamm wasn’t for me. And that’s okay. I'm not a "fancy" person. I'm the strudel-eating, seagull-sandwich-losing type.
- Evening: Back to Kuhlungsborn, craving comfort food and a good book. Maybe I'll never be fancy, and I have come to terms with that fact.
Day 5: Relaxation, Rambles, and the Dreaded Packing
- Morning: Take a long, leisurely walk through the town. Wander through the shops. Buy a tacky souvenir. (I can't resist.)
- Mid-day: Read in the garden. Bliss. Maybe a little sunbathing. Hopefully without getting sunburned. (I’m a fair-skinned disaster.)
- Afternoon: The dreaded packing looms. I’m already dreading it. It will be a mess. Clothes shoved in haphazardly, half-empty bottles of sunscreen, and enough sand to start a new beach.
- Evening: One last sunset over the Baltic. One last glass of wine. Maybe a little tear of sadness at leaving this beautiful place. (Or maybe just relief that I survived the seagull attack.)
Day 6: Farewell, Kuhlungsborn (and the Great Car Return)
- Morning: Final breakfast. Try not to cry as I pack the last of the items.
- The Great Car Return: Wish me luck. It involves navigating back roads, comprehending German signage, and hoping I haven't accidentally dented the behemoth. (If I have, I’m blaming the seagulls.)
- Farewell: Drive back to the airport. Leave the perfect holiday home. Fly home. Start planning the next adventure. Because even with the chaos, the mishaps, and the seagulls, this trip, like all of them, will become a cherished memory.
Escape to Paradise: Khlungsborn Holiday Home - Your Burning Questions Answered (Probably!)
Alright, so you're thinking about escaping to paradise, eh? Good choice! Khlungsborn is gorgeous. And this holiday home? Well, let's just say it's *mostly* paradise. Prepare for the raw, unvarnished truth… and maybe a few tangents.
1. Is it REALLY as stunning as the photos? Because let's be honest, those photos can lie.
Okay, okay, hold your horses! Yes, the photos are pretty. But here's the thing: they don't quite capture the smell of the sea air mixed with that amazing, slightly-damp-earth scent. The photos can't show you the way the light hits the garden at, like, the PERFECT golden hour.
I, personally, felt a tiny pang of disappointment when I first arrived. The photos, you know? They always look so… perfect. But then I walked through the front door and saw the living room, the sunlight streaming in… and I just gasped. It **is** stunning. In a real, lived-in, not-photoshopped way. So, YES! (Mostly.)
2. The Garden! Is it actually useable? I'm a sun worshiper, and my partner is a shade seeker - can we both be happy? (And are there bugs?)
The garden is...an experience. It's not one of those manicured, perfectly-clipped gardens. It's...wilder. Which, I loved! There’s a gorgeous expanse of lawn (perfect for setting up that Instagram shot with the obligatory Aperol Spritz). There are also shaded areas under mature trees -- perfect for those of us who burn like a vampire in direct sunlight, like my partner.
Bugs? Sigh. Yes. There are bugs. Mosquitoes, mostly. Pack bug spray. Seriously. And maybe a citronella candle. Embrace the chaos, right? It’s nature. I swear, I got bitten on my first afternoon so badly that my ankle looked like a golf ball! Lesson learned. And honestly, it was still worth it to sit there and watch the sunset. (Take bug spray!)
3. Okay, but what about the practical stuff? Is the kitchen actually equipped? I *need* my coffee.
The kitchen… is… functional. Let's say that. It has the basics. A fridge (important!), a hob (essential!), an oven (if you're feeling particularly ambitious, which I wasn't), a coffee maker… but it’s not going to win any Michelin stars. I mean, I’d brought my own cafetiere (you never know!) but it had a coffee machine, and that's what matters.
There's also *stuff*. A good selection of pots and pans. Enough dishes and cutlery. But here’s the real confession: I ate out most of the time. Khlung’s got some amazing restaurants! But if you *need* to cook, you can. Just don't expect to be whipping up a gourmet feast. Keep it simple, stupid, as they say.
4. How far is it from the beach? Because, honestly, that's the most important thing.
The beach… Ah, the beach! It's ridiculously close. Like, a five-minute walk? Maybe less, depending on how fast your beach-bound shuffle is. And it’s *gorgeous*. Pristine sand. Sparkling water (mostly!). I spent, like, 70% of my time on that beach.
There was one thing, though. The wind! Sometimes it was a gentle breeze, perfect for sunbathing. Other times, it was a raging force that tried to sandblast my face off. One day, a rogue gust of wind snatched my beach towel and sent it tumbling down the shore. It was epic, really. Mostly I laughed. Okay, I cried a little on the inside. (Because I'm attached to my towel!) Pack a good quality, wind-resistant beach towel. Also, beach umbrellas are available there.
5. Are there any downsides? Be brutally honest.
Alright, fine. Here's the raw, unpolished truth:
- The Wi-Fi can be a bit… temperamental. Perfect if you're trying to disconnect, a nightmare if you *need* to work remotely (which I didn't! Thank god!)
- The neighbors. They’re lovely people. In fact, they baked me some cookies! However, they also have a dog and his bark is a bit overenthusiastic first thing in the morning. Earplugs are your friend.
- The shower pressure could be better. It could definitely be better.
- The road can be kinda noisy, especially at night. Bring earplugs!
But honestly? These are minor niggles. The good stuff *completely* outweighs the bad.
6. Cleaning? Are there any cleaning fees? Do I have to do it myself?
Look, who wants to clean on vacation? Nobody, that's who! The cleaning fees are included in the price (thank goodness!). They request that you leave the place in a reasonable state. I think, the most important part, and the only thing they said, was "please take out the trash".
7. Is it family-friendly? Or should this be more of a couples retreat?
Hmm. Okay. Family-friendly...yes, but with a caveat. There's plenty of space in the garden for kids to run around. And Khlung itself is pretty safe and relaxed. The beach is perfect for kids to splash around in.
However, the house, while comfortable, isn’t *specifically* designed for super-young children. Think: the garden isn’t fenced, so you might need to supervise wandering toddlers. So, I think it’s a fantastic place for families with older kids, but maybe less ideal if you have little ones who need constant supervision. It's a fantastic choice for couples looking for some downtime, a group of friends, or a family with older children who will be responsible!
8. What's the vibe? Is it party central, or more chill? What activities are there to do?
Chiiiill. Definitely chill. ItDigital Nomad Hotels
