Old hotels are like history books. Even more than those in the big cities, it is the small country inns in whose rooms you can smell the scent of bygone times. The wood breathes, the floor creaks when you stand on it, sometimes a groan comes through the walls as if little goblins were trapped inside. The rooms have a lot…
Alpine panorama trail - Trees from the Middle Ages
The hotel manager loses his overly friendly composure in a matter of seconds when I ask him about the lack of WiFi support in the hotel rooms during check-out. He stutters about technical problems, effort and costs. I point out possible repeaters to him, but he seems to have never heard of them. Once again an example of how stupid and...