Amsterdam Airport Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Luxury Await!
Amsterdam Airport Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Luxury Await!
Amsterdam Schiphol Airport Hotel: Where My Expectations Took a Nose Dive… and Then Surprisingly Soared! (A Messy Review)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea (or maybe the lukewarm coffee from the breakfast buffet) on my recent stay at the Amsterdam Airport Hotel. This wasn't just a stay; it was a journey. A rollercoaster of expectations crashed, burned, and then, unbelievably, resurrected itself phoenix-style.
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The Arrival: Promises, Promises… and a Little Panic
First off, the accessibility. Wheelchair accessible? Yep, definitely. Ramps galore, elevators that weren't tiny coffins, and hallways wide enough to swing a… well, a wheelchair (or maybe a small herd of cats, if that's your thing). Facilities for disabled guests: Check! This was a massive relief as my travel companion uses a wheelchair and we've had some nightmare experiences in the past. Seeing it all working from the get-go was fantastic.
Getting Around: The Airport Transfer was a life-saver after a brutal transatlantic flight. Airport transfer? Absolutely essential. Seriously, don't even think about trying to navigate public transport after 10 hours in a cramped seat. Valet parking was a nice touch for those with cars, but honestly, the proximity to the airport is the real win here.
Rooms: The Good, The Okay, and The "Did I Wake up in a Hospital?"
My room… okay, let's be real. It was a bit of a clinical experience at first. Non-smoking rooms? Absolutely. Soundproof rooms? Mostly, aside from the occasional jet engine screaming overhead – but hey, you're at an airport hotel, what did I expect? The décor was sleek, modern, and… beige. Lots and lots of beige. It felt a little lacking in personality, to be honest.
But then there was the view! Pool with view? Nope. Forget that. But the rooms… some of them have stunning runway views! Watching planes take off and land at sunset? Pure magic. Seriously, I spent a good hour just staring out the window, feeling a sense of calm I haven't felt since, well, before this whole trip started!
Available in all rooms: Air conditioning? Yes! Thank god. Free Wi-Fi? (in all rooms!). Praise be! The Internet access – wireless was reliable, which is a necessity for me as a writer! Plus the complimentary tea… well, that was a lovely bonus!
The Great Wi-Fi Debate & Other Tech Blues:
Speaking of the internet… Internet access – LAN was also available and a great back-up. The hotel really nailed the tech side of things even if the design was a little underwhelming. I'll be honest, I needed to be connected for work. I had a deadline looming, and the thought of a shaky Wi-Fi connection would send me into a panicked sweat-fest. Thankfully, the connection was reliable, and I could plug in my laptop workspace for productivity and relaxation.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: From Bland to Brilliant (Seriously)
Okay, the breakfast buffet. I'm just going to be brutally honest: it was… underwhelming. Breakfast [buffet] was available, obviously. Western breakfast? Check. Asian breakfast? Surprisingly, YES. The coffee, though? Weak. Like, "watered down instant from the 90s" weak. I’m not sure what the hotel was doing with their coffee, but it needed serious help!
But then! Dinner. We decided to try the A la carte in restaurant. The chef (or whoever was in charge in the kitchen that day) was clearly having a good time because the food was fantastic! I demolished a plate of something I can't even remember, because I ate it too quickly, but OH. MY. GOD. It was delicious. The international cuisine in restaurant was fantastic and the salad in restaurant was fresh and crisp! Truly an experience that was unexpected!
Poolside Bar: This deserves its own paragraph. The poolside bar? It was okay. Nothing to write home about, it's an airport hotel after all. You're not really expecting some tropical paradise vibe.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
Check-in/out [express]: Thank goodness! I couldn't wait to just dump my bags and get to the bar. The Concierge was super helpful with organizing airport transfers and giving us directions. And the daily housekeeping: Always a welcomed convenience!
Baby-Sitting Services: For the kids, Babysitting service? They had it. Great if you have a family.
The Spa/Fitness Center: A Moment of Bliss (and Then a Reality Check)
The sauna was fantastic (after the gym, obviously). Gym/fitness? Yup, standard hotel fare. Treadmills, weights, the usual suspects. The Spa/sauna was relaxing.
Now, here’s where the rollercoaster really took off: The massage. I booked a massage, hoping to knead out all travel knots.
It turned out to be one of the best I’ve ever had. Pure, unadulterated bliss. The masseuse (a lovely woman named Anya) had magic hands! I was so relaxed, I almost fell asleep. I would seriously go back just for the massage!
Cleanliness & Safety: Peering Behind the Curtain
In these post-pandemic times, I'm a bit of a germaphobe (don't judge!). Staff trained in safety protocol? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Hand sanitizer everywhere? You betcha. I felt genuinely safe. The rooms sanitized between stays was also reassuring.
Final Verdict: Worth the Stay?
Look, the Amsterdam Airport Hotel isn't perfect. The décor is a bit… clinical. The coffee is questionable. But. BUT! The accessibility is top-notch, the staff are friendly and helpful, and the food can be surprisingly amazing. And the views… oh, the views! Plus, the massage? Worth the price of admission alone.
So, would I stay again? Absolutely. It's a solid choice for a stopover, a work trip, or even a quick getaway. Just don't expect perfection. Expect a bit of a rollercoaster. And maybe pack your own coffee!
Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (with a strong recommendation for the massage!)
Escape to Paradise: River Breeze Villa, Bentota's Hidden Gem
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. We're going to ramble and stumble our way through Amsterdam and beyond, starting at the lovely (and let's hope, easy) Vienna House by the airport. Prepare for things to go sideways, because that's where the fun truly begins!
Vienna House Easy by Wyndham Amsterdam Airport (Let’s Kick This Thing Off!)
(Okay, confession: I haven't actually been to the Vienna House yet. But hey, the idea of starting near the airport is already stressing me out in the best way. Airports. Ugh. They're a necessary evil, like Brussels sprouts or that one uncle who always tells the same jokes.)
Day 1: The Arrival and the Great Carb Load (and Maybe a Panic Attack or Two)
- Morning (or whenever the heck my flight lands): Okay, landing. Always slightly terrifying, especially when the pilot sounds like he's trying to land a shoebox. Gotta navigate the airport shuffle. Pray to the luggage gods that my bag actually arrives. Fingers crossed! Then, assuming I’m not stranded indefinitely, it's the shuttle to the hotel. Vienna House, here I come!
- Afternoon: Check-in. Hopefully, it's easy (ironic considering the hotel's name, huh?). Drop off the luggage. Right off the bat, I'm envisioning my room. Is it clean? Does it have a view of… something other than the parking lot? More importantly, is there coffee? If the coffee situation is dire, we're going to have problems.
- Late Afternoon/Evening: Carb-loading time! Look, travel is exhausting. We need sustenance. Somewhere nearby, hopefully walkable because I’m already itching to get out of the hotel room. Maybe some bitterballen (those glorious fried meatball things) and fries. I’m picturing a cozy little pub, smelling of fried things and beer. I'm picturing the perfect Amsterdam night, or a complete and utter disaster, either way, its a WIN.
- Evening (potentially after a nap, lets be honest): A gentle stroll (that might rapidly become a panicked sprint) to a nearby spot. We're flexible! And by flexible, I mean, I'll probably spend an hour staring at a map, getting hopelessly lost, and then accidentally stumbling upon something amazing I didn't even know existed. That's the beauty of travel, right? (or is it?)
Day 2: Canals, Culture, and Cognitive Dissonance
- Morning: Wake up. Assess the damage (hopefully not much). Coffee! Find the nearest coffee source and consume copious amounts. Then, and only then, can the real day begin. Canal tour! This is, of course, the quintessential Amsterdam experience. But shhh! Don't tell anyone I'm a total cliché. Hopefully, the canals are as lovely as they look in photos. Pray for sunshine! Even if it's a bit cloudy, I'm still excited, and maybe a bit confused as to what to expect.
- Afternoon: Museum hopping! I'm torn. Rijksmuseum? Van Gogh Museum? Or maybe, just maybe, a smaller, quirkier museum dedicated to something bizarre like… tulips! (I'm kidding… unless?). Actually, maybe a museum that does something bizarre, like cats or beer. Decisions, decisions… I’m already stressing. Overthinking is my middle name, and over planning, my first. I'm going to have to make a choice, and it will probably be the wrong one. But hey, at least I'll learn something, or at least get a good story out of it.
- Evening: Ah, the evening. Time for more carbs! (See a pattern here?). Maybe some stroopwafels from a street vendor. These things are pure heaven. Then, a wander through the Jordaan district. Apparently, it's charming. But will I find it charming? Or will I get hopelessly lost and annoyed by the crowds? (Probably the latter, TBH, there is no middle ground). Let's see where the night takes us!
Day 3: Day Trip Disaster (or Delicious Success!)
- Morning: Day trip time! Okay, this is where things get really interesting (and I’m already mildly panicking). Possible choices include:
- Zaanse Schans: Picturesque windmills! Touristy? Yes. Will I still go? Absolutely. I'll embrace my inner tourist and take a million photos.
- Haarlem: A smaller, more charming version of Amsterdam? Sounds perfect. Less touristy, more local.
- Volendam/Marken: Fishing villages! I’m a sucker for anything coastal.
- Option D: Staying in Amsterdam and embracing the chaos. I might just get tired of traveling for a day and want to stay. No judgement if i just want to take the day easy.
- Afternoon: Assuming I've made it to my chosen destination, it's time to explore! Get lost. Get confused. Maybe try some local food. Hopefully, I don't accidentally wander into a cow pasture. (Okay, maybe I would like that!).
- Evening: Back to Amsterdam (or not!). If I went to the windmills, I'll probably smell like cheese. If I went to Haarlem, maybe a quaint pub. If I went to Volendam/Marken, hopefully, I still like the smell of the sea and I don't get seasick. The evening will have to reflect my day.
- Evening (Final Night): Reflect! Over a beer. Or a glass of wine. Or a giant plate of fries. What have I learned? What have I seen? What did I mess up terribly? Most importantly… should I stay? Or should I go? I'll consider my options after reviewing the notes I made (probably in the bathroom) to remember everything so I don't forget it (because I am going to forget anyway).
- Morning: Day trip time! Okay, this is where things get really interesting (and I’m already mildly panicking). Possible choices include:
Day 4: The Departure (and the inevitable post-trip blues)
- Morning: Last-minute souvenir shopping! (Don't forget the cheese. Gotta get the cheese!). A final, frantic breakfast. A deep, long, sad breath.
- Afternoon: Shuttle back to the airport. More airport struggles. More hoping my bag arrives. Reflecting on the trip. Did it meet my expectations? Did I end up in a canal? Did I eat enough carbs? (The answer to the last one is always "no").
- Evening: The goodbyes are the worst, and the "why am I leaving?" feeling will set in. But the memories are forever, whether good or bad, and I will have my trip.
- Evening (Home): Get home. Get my life together (or rather, attempt to). Start planning my next trip. Because the travel bug never really goes away, does it?
Important Disclaimers:
- This itinerary is subject to change. (Massive understatement.) My plans rarely survive contact with reality.
- I am not a professional planner. I'm winging it, folks. Don't take my advice too seriously.
- Expect imperfections. I'm clumsy, directionally challenged, and easily distracted by shiny objects (and delicious food).
- Embrace the chaos! That's where the best stories come from.
So there you have it. My Amsterdam adventure, laid bare. Get ready for potential train wrecks, moments of pure joy, and probably a lot of me complaining about my aching feet. But hey, that's the fun of it, right? Let the journey begin!
Escape to Paradise: Neemrana's Kesroli Fort Awaits!
Okay, spill the beans. Is the view *really* as amazing as they say at Amsterdam Airport Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Luxury Await? I'm a sucker for a good vista.
Alright, alright, you got me. The view... *deep breath* ... it's pretty darn spectacular. Honestly? I'm not easily impressed. I’ve lived in cities, seen the Eiffel Tower, the whole shebang. But watching those planes take off and land, silhouetted against the sunrise... it's almost poetic, you know? I was there, sipping my (slightly overpriced) coffee, and I swear a tiny tear escaped my eye. Don’t judge! It’s less about the *planes* and more about the vastness, the freedom of it all. It’s a real mood-lifter after a long haul flight. My partner, who usually just grunts and wants more bacon, actually sat there quietly for a solid half-hour just *watching*. That’s saying something! Now, if you get a room on the *wrong* side... well, that's a different story. More on that later, because, let's be honest, I had a *situation* with my room...
Luxury? Is this place actually swanky, or just airport-hotel-fancy? I'm talking fluffy towels and maybe a pillow menu. (Judge away, I don't care!)
Okay, okay, fluffy towel enthusiast, you’re in luck! They absolutely slay at the fluffy towel game. Seriously, I could have used one as a sleeping bag! The bathroom, in general, was a highlight. It felt more like a spa than a hotel bathroom. And YES! They have a pillow menu! I, being the princess I am, naturally sampled all of them. The silk one was… well, it was pure decadence. However… the "luxury" is a bit patchy, if I’m keeping it real. The lobby is gorgeous, the staff is super polite (which I always appreciate, especially after a twenty-hour journey), but some of the hallways felt a bit… clinical? A bit sterile, you know? Like they were designed by a very efficient robot. But the room itself? Lovely. The bed was a cloud. And the chocolates on the pillow… *chef’s kiss*.
The food! Tell me about the food! Airport food is notoriously… well, let's just say 'disappointing.'
Ugh, airport food. The bane of my existence. Okay, so the hotel's restaurant, yes, it's *vastly* better than the greasy spoons in the airport. They have some genuinely good options. I had the… what was it? Oh, the grilled salmon! Absolutely fantastic. Perfectly cooked, and the presentation was gorgeous. I’m not usually one for fancy-pants food – I’m a fries and burger kind of gal – but this was genuinely delicious. However… and here’s where the imperfections emerge… the service can be… leisurely. Like, *really* leisurely. I think I aged a year waiting for my dessert. And the prices? They're… well, let’s just say you won’t be leaving feeling like you got a bargain. Think of it as paying extra for the view. And maybe the potential for a celebrity spotting! I think I saw someone who looked like a very tired version of Ryan Reynolds… or maybe I was just hallucinating from jet lag.
Okay, okay, you mentioned a "situation" with the room. Spit it out! What went wrong? You've piqued my interest.
Alright, buckle up, because this is a story. The story, my friends, of how I almost lost it in a hotel room. I’d booked a room with, you know, *the view*. The beautiful, plane-spotting, tear-inducing view. But… I got a room facing the *rear*. The drab, parking-lot-adjacent, "oh yay, more cars" view. Now, I’m not a demanding person. I really, truly am not. But I specifically booked a room with a view! I marched down to reception, a little bit of my carefully cultivated composure starting to crack. The poor guy behind the desk was incredibly polite, but… booked solid. Every. Single. Room. With a view. Except, of course, the one I *didn’t* get. I spent the next hour pacing, fuming, and muttering about false advertising. I even considered staging a protest! (I didn’t. I was too tired). In the end, I got a voucher for a free cocktail (which, admittedly, helped). And then, I took a nice, long, relaxing bath (because fluffy towels, remember?). And you know what? The bath *did* the trick. I still felt slightly cheated, but the cocktail and the bath took the edge off. So, the lesson? Double-check your room assignment! And if you get stuck with the parking lot, demand a free drink. You deserve it.
Is it noisy? Planes taking off and landing… I'm a light sleeper.
That's the million-dollar question, isn’t it? And the answer… is complicated. Yes, you can hear the planes. Duh. It's an airport hotel. Honestly, I found it not *too* bad. The windows are pretty soundproof, they've clearly taken that into consideration. But… and this is a BIG but… I’m a fairly heavy sleeper. My partner, on the other hand? A feather falling will wake him. He wore earplugs and still complained. So, if you’re a light sleeper, prepare. Bring earplugs. Maybe a white noise machine. Perhaps even a sedative (kidding!… mostly). Consider requesting a room on a higher floor, as that seemed to make a difference. Oh! And one thing. The *cleaning* in the morning? That was louder than the planes! Seriously, they were vacuuming like they were trying to break a noise record. So, factor that in. It's an airport hotel reality.
The Wi-Fi! Is it reliable? Because I need to work. (Ugh, work.)
The Wi-Fi? Okay, this is where the hotel got a *little* bit of redemption. It was surprisingly good. I had no trouble streaming movies (I did, in the name of research, you understand), and the work stuff that I had to do (curse you, emails!) was also handled without issues. But, and there's always a but, isn't there? I had to re-connect it once. Like it dropped out or something. A minor blip, but worth mentioning. So, yeah, mostly reliable for most things. Great for Netflix. Good for emails. Okay, maybe a B+. It's not perfect, but it wasn't the disaster I'd anticipated. And I never actually used the one on the plane. That's another story.
Okay, so… overall, would you recommend the Amsterdam Airport Hotel: Unbeatable Views & Luxury Await?
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