The Michelberger Hotel, or Why Not To Choose A Hotel as Recommended By *Wallpaper

The Michelberger Hotel is so ridiculously cool that it is actually painful.

After arriving at the world's shittiest airport (Tegel) I found a taxi, was delivered to my hotel, checked in and unpacked.








Those who know about things like nice hotels will say that their appeal is all in the details. Which is why I really appreciated this soap dish with a lobster painted on it.



I like to settle in, so I needed to unpack my nail polishes and what-have-you.


The problem* with staying somwhere ludicrously fashionable, I discovered, is that it took me no less than one hour to shower and get dressed to GO DOWNSTAIRS AND ASK FOR A WI-FI CODE.

I am glad I did, though, because I ate dinner in this delightful courtyard right here, which is in the centre of the hotel.



It was here** that I, in a fit of uncharacteristic boldness, asked someone who was eating dinner alone if they spoke English and if they would like company. It ended up being a lengthy and fascinating chat with a visiting landscape architecture professor from Pennsylvania. He's here to write about a disused airport that's being revitalised and turned into a huge public space, so we made tentative plans to visit that later this week. Which is great, because my plans are a little light-on, and I suspect it might be kind of incredibly fascinating.

Tomorrow is a public holiday in Germany, for some reason I am yet to establish, and so I'm just going to get my bearings a little, drink coffee, take some pictures and maybe catch up with friends for a picnic. After the arduous*** nature of the conference, being on ACTUAL holidays is the best.

*Admittedly a first-world problem, but a problem nonetheless.
**Styling by Michelberger. Hipsters: hotel's own.
***Not in any way arduous