Pension Hof Münkel - Garbsen

Service trips are sooo stressful. They travel to any place, work from sunrise to midnight, make it hard to eat and see nix. As far as Lamento is known to me by the service travelers. When I pick them up from the airport/train station, they tell me exactly what they can drop their chic trolley and a huge bunch of shopping bags and move the sunglasses to the head casually. In the following description of the journey of service, however, half of the sentences are cured which become stubborn and make my compassion disappear. Like for example: ..but a champagne was handed over, I tell you... and there was a very big church. .. didn't know that Sapphire Climbs were really so good....and then I accidentally came into a megageiles shoe store, look... and then in the evening with a few people around the houses.. Smile at a high level. I hate that. And I'm also a little jealous. Because my own missions look a little different. Every year I come back to the Hanover area. I've never bought anything. I worked and ate a delivered dungeon or pizza. Besides some roads from Hanover Langenhagen and the way to Garbsen (from the car window I saw nothing. But service is service, and schnapps is schnapps. The Magere yield therefore corresponds to the assessment. But finally, an evaluation of our accommodation area starts: The Stelinger Hof is located (for me feels somewhere in the field; according to the description near Hannover Airport . I could not find any air noises. Fortunately, however, there are no tails in dawn, as I had feared first. The hospitable property is somewhat confusing and consists of a magnificent manor house (the Hotel Münkel, in which we were unfortunately never accommodated, a jewelleryless new building in which our rooms were located, and a very rustic half house in the latter are the reception, the breakfast room and the restaurant or the bar. When we arrived later from work to Stund, we found a beer beer in the beer garden in good weather or in the gastronomy. I must always remember that Bauer is looking for a woman; that would be a good place for a barn party. All very rustic, many valleys and immeasurably a lot of kitschkram. Art flowers, graceful brass lamps, reluctant puppy fertilizers, appalling vases, eye cancer pathogens in tin and even a beautifully framed Öhi Alps with tube on the wall that has visited us. But somehow still totally evil. My rooms were always picobello clean and of acceptable size. The furniture is rural for Ikea like, the nightmare of every design affinity interior design, but cozy. The bathrooms are completely new, with chic sink and comfortable shower cabin. Light criticism of beds: They are quite soft and creepy. And the beautiful thick blanket is pleasant at cool temperatures, but at current summer heat a surprise.. Always: No sheets made of plastic! The bathroom is separated from the room with a milk glass swing door; in this respect only visual protection is provided. I had to think of an established girlfriend, with whom I often shared a hotel room and also in the case of a perfectly sealed bathroom door with the words I have to go to the bathroom. If you're alone, this detail could not be a problem. Whatever I don't like is carpet in the room. You cannot think about who cuddly barefoot should march on it or have slippers in your luggage. Otherwise there was nothing to remember, and after furious deep sleep, from which the happily functioning wake-up call had always torn in time, I controlled the catering industry to take the breakfast in sight and meet my boss. The built-in buffet deserves the 4th star. As a perverse breakfast, I will be slightly hectic every time, whether the opulent selection. The offer of the Wirtin Do you want a scrambled egg with bacon or a mirror egg? Could I just cut you fresh into the pan? Unfortunately came only after I had warm rolls, delicious onion meat, sausage, cheese, tomatoes with mozzarella, Mayonaise eggs, homemade frikadellchen, Nuremberg with bacon and delicious cakes; the whole orgy accompanied by a can of coffee and various O juices, with a view of a beautiful old tile stove. Perfect. At least a culinary experience on the mission. After this situation I can regularly give up the service and want to take 2 3 hours of sleep, but nix away; in stretched gallop it went back to work and finally home. That's what's going on. You're coming. Hurra, I know Hanover! So I also know Rome (inter-stop at the airport; we had to sit in the machine; But also free-time oriented, I would descend again at any time in the “Stelinger Hof”. Despite cheerful ambience. That's the way it's in the country, and somehow it fits. By the way, all the useful spirits of the hotel that ran along my way were very friendly, friendly and dedicated to the welfare of the guests. But that's how I know about all my trips to the Nordics that make me feel from Münster:

Very good