Unbelievable Ski-In/Ski-Out Deal: Muldenhammer's Tannenbergsthal Flat Awaits!
Unbelievable Ski-In/Ski-Out Deal: Muldenhammer's Tannenbergsthal Flat - My (Possibly Unhinged) Review
Okay, deep breath. I'm back, fresh off the slopes (well, maybe not fresh, more like "slightly less likely to smell like a wet dog") and ready to spill the (slightly melted) beans on Muldenhammer's Tannenbergsthal Flat. The unbelievable ski-in/ski-out deal? Sign me UP! But was it really unbelievable good? Let's find out. Prepare yourselves, because it's gonna be a bumpy, fragmented ride.
Accessibility (and My Inner Grumble):
Right off the bat, the accessibility situation… well, it's not exactly Disneyland. The website promised a lot, but navigating with a suitcase and tired legs after a day on the slopes? Let's just say I felt every single creak of my own aging bones. The promised "facilities for disabled guests"? I'll be honest, I didn't see a ton of evidence of it. The elevator? Yep, thankfully there was an elevator. But getting to the elevator? Think a maze designed by a sadistic architect who really, really hates luggage.
(Side note: I'm secretly terrified of elevators. Always have been. So you can imagine the panic-induced sweat trying to navigate this place!)
Landing Gear: Rooms, Rooms, Glorious Rooms (Mostly):
My room? Oh, the room! (Deep, dramatic sigh). It was… fine. Let's call it "functional elegance." It had all the basics: a bed (extra long, thank the heavens – I'm six foot something), a desk, a closet… the usual suspects. I appreciated the air conditioning, because while I adore snow, I also like to sleep without feeling like I'm in a refrigerated meat locker. (It was a bit TOO effective, actually. I woke up shivering the first night, a testament to the power of German engineering). The "complimentary tea"? Yeah, it was the same tea you find in every hotel room on the planet. But hey, the tea was there.
The "Unbelievable" Stuff (Or Lack Thereof):
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi, YES! And it actually worked! (This deserved a gold star, in my shaky opinion.) I managed to stream a movie, which is a miracle these days. The "Internet access – LAN"? Forget about it. Who even uses that anymore? (Don't judge! I'm old, but young at heart! And desperate to find a decent stream)
- What was truly "unbelievable" was the lack of a mini-bar stocked with actual decent German beer. A travesty, I tell you! And the fact I had to go downstairs again to buy myself a cold one… (insert eye roll here. AGAIN.)
- The Bathroom Blues: A Tale of So-So Slippers: The bathroom was… adequate. Clean. Functional. But the real star? The slippers. Seriously, those slippers were fantastic. Like, "I'm tempted to just wear these slippers for the rest of my life" fantastic. The ones provided were… not all that.
- The Safe Box Saga: The in-room safe? I couldn't figure it out. I'm fairly certain I'm smarter than a hotel safe, yet this one defeated me. I eventually gave up and just hid my passport under the mattress. Don't judge!
- The Blackout Curtain Conundrum: The blackout curtains were a godsend, until I realized the sun came in through underneath them! No true darkness for me.
Things to DO (And Not Do):
Let's be honest, the best thing to do here is SKI! Skiing from the doorstep? AMAZING. Skiing back after a long day and not having to worry about a bus or a shuttle? Divine! The "pool with a view"? I took one look at the outdoor pool (at a temperature that could make an iceberg weep) and ran screaming back inside. I felt absolutely freezing the first time.
(And just to reiterate, I’m not the biggest fan of the cold).
The "spa/sauna" situation: well, there was a sauna. Didn't try it. I have visions of passing out in a wooden box. Not conducive to a relaxing holiday. There wasn’t a pool with a view, as well as a sauna.
Food, Glorious Food (Mostly in the Restaurant and Not in My Room):
Okay, the breakfast buffet was decent. Standard hotel fare. The coffee was… caffeinated. The "alternative meal arrangement"? I didn't see it. I did enjoy the [Breakfast Buffet], and they provided a [Western breakfast] - which was great. The [Coffee/Tea in the restaurant] was wonderful. The bar stayed open late and let me order [bottle of water] after I kept drinking beer!
(My daily breakfast ritual: attempt to conquer the waffle maker. Succeed… sometimes.)
There was a [Restaurant], so I kept using that!
Safety First (or At Least, Attempted):
They were trying to be safe. Anti-viral cleaning products, hand sanitizer everywhere, staff trained in safety… all the buzzwords were there. But did I feel safe? Ehhh, depends on the day and how many other skiers were crammed into the elevator with me (I'm looking at you and your ski poles).
The Un-Fun Facts (The Nitty-Gritty):
- Cashless Payment Service: Yes, thankfully! I hate fumbling with cash.
- Daily Disinfection in Common Areas: Appreciated.
- Room Sanitization Opt-Out: A nod to the "don't invade my space" crowd, I guess.
- Staff Trained in Safety Protocol: See above.
- Breakfast takeaway service: Nah. The food was better in the restaurant.
- The Laundry Services: Meh. Washed my own socks.
- The Daily Disinfection in Common Areas: Thank you! I don't want to get sick on vacation, especially when I'm trying to relax!
- Physical Distancing of at least 1 meter: Ha! Try that on the slopes!
Getting Around (or, The Ski-In/Ski-Out Promise):
The ski-in/ski-out part? Absolutely true! You could practically ski into the lobby (don't do that, though, they'll yell at you). The car park was free – a serious bonus!
(The joy of not having to lug my skis around = priceless.)
The Verdict (Drumroll, Please):
So, was Muldenhammer's Tannenbergsthal Flat an "unbelievable" deal? Hmm… maybe. It wasn't perfect. It had its quirks (and my inner grumbling). It wasn't the lap of luxury. But for the money, for the ski-in/ski-out convenience, for the general "it's a hotel and it's fine" vibe, I'd say… yeah, I'd go back. (Secretly hoping they stock the mini-bar next time…)
Final Score? 7.5 out of 10 (mostly for the slippers). And the convenient skiing!
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your average, perfectly-planned travel itinerary. This is life, in flat, Germany, near Tannenbergsthal. Expect spills, thrills, and maybe, just maybe, a few existential crises.
Operation: Powder Dreams (And Surviving Muldenhammer… Maybe)
Day 1: Arrival and "Where Did I Park?" Shenanigans
- 14:00 - Arrival at Leipzig/Halle Airport (LEJ). Okay, so the flight was fine. Surprisingly, the screaming toddler only emitted high-pitched squeaks during takeoff. Victory! Now, the real challenge: the rental car. Let's just say I'm pretty sure I accidentally accepted a German-speaking GPS named Helga. "Bitte, fahren Sie nach… " Nope, Helga, I have no idea where I'm going.
- 16:00 - Drive to Flat, near Tannenbergsthal. The views were gorgeous, I guess, once I stopped hyperventilating over the narrow mountain roads. Okay, so maybe I briefly considered turning the rental car into a scenic viewing platform over a ravine. Just kidding… mostly. The village is charming, in a "dusty gingerbread village" sort of way.
- 17:30 - Check-in and "Is This a Trap?" at the Ferienwohnung. Seriously, it's cute, a bit aggressively "country-chic". Someone put a ceramic cow on the windowsill. I swear it's judging me. The key situation was also weird, involved a hidden box and a riddle in German, but I'm in! Freedom! (Except probably not.)
- 18:30 - Grocery Shopping (and Panic Buying). Found the local Aldi. German grocery stores are a whole other level of efficiency. I think I accidentally bought a jar of sauerkraut. I don't even LIKE sauerkraut! The cashier gave me the most withering look when I fumbled with my Euros. Note to self: learn basic German phrases. "Where's the wine?" is high on the list.
- 19:30 - "Dinner" and Existential Dread. Ate the sauerkraut, a loaf of bread and some cheese (the only things I understood)in the chalet and wondered if I’d already peaked. The ceramic cow continues its silent judgment. Feeling slightly homesick, terrified of the dark, and questioning my life choices. Is this what it’s like to really live?
Day 2: Skiing (and Failing Spectacularly)
- 08:00 - Breakfast and the Great German Coffee Conspiracy. The coffee is strong. I'm pretty sure it's actively plotting world domination via caffeinated paralysis. And I was already having a hard time with the whole "not knowing German" thing. Today I was going to solve it!
- 09:00 - Gear Rental and Attempting to Look Capable. The ski rental place was a small, dark room filled with approximately ten thousand pairs of skis. The owner was a wiry man in a lederhosen with a gaze that could pierce steel. I probably looked like a bewildered moose.
- 10:00 - The Tannenbergsthal Ski Resort. The Mountain! The Terror! Okay, so the scenery is stunning. The slopes? Not so much. My skiing ability is best described as "awkward penguin on ice." I spent the morning mostly on my rear, which, I'm sorry to say, has become quite familiar with the snow. At one point, I narrowly missed a group of children. Their collective disappointment was palpable.
- 12:00 - Lunch at the Hutte. Found a cozy little hutte with steaming goulash and the scent of pine. This is what I came for! I ordered in my best broken German and, to my surprise, the waitress just smiled.
- 14:00 - More Skiing (and More Humiliation). Decided to brave the slightly harder slopes. Bad idea. I can't describe the feeling of falling again and again - It was a bit of a symphony of scraped knees and bruised ego. The ceramic cow would have judged this moment.
- 16:00 - Hot Chocolate and Contemplating the Meaning of Life (Again). It's the only thing that saved me. The hot chocolate was magnificent, and let's be honest, I probably needed the sugar rush. The sun was setting over the mountains, and for a brief, beautiful moment, I didn't feel like a complete klutz.
- 18:00 - Dinner: Another Sauerkraut-Adjacent Culinary Adventure. The fridge is now full of cheese, bread, and the ever-present sauerkraut. I also found some weird sausage. Wish me luck. In reality, a proper meal was still out of reach.
Day 3: Exploring (and Avoiding Physical Harm)
- 09:00 - Walking in the forest. Maybe I would find a witch, or a gingerbread house.
- 12:00 - The town of Muldenhammer and a very long Lunch. This area is quite nice. I found a nice cafe. Food was good and the staff was excellent.
- 14:00 - The factory outlets. Oh, I hate myself. The shops here were full of very beautiful items. I found some great, affordable clothes and some pretty things for the house… that I still don't have. The feeling on the way back to the Chalet was one of shame and excitement.
- 17:30 - Relax.
- 18:30 - Dinner. Maybe the Sauerkraut is the enemy.
Day 4: Departure (and Lingering Regret)
- 09:00 - Packing and Saying Goodbye to the Cow. My bags, are now more heavy than they need to be. The cow's unblinking gaze feels less judgmental, more… disappointed. I'll never know.
- 10:00 - Last-Minute Souvenir Panic. Found a silly hat. And a bottle of some schnapps. Is that what you're supposed to do in these situations?
- 11:00 - Drive to Leipzig/Halle Airport (LEJ). Another journey through the roads. Helga, the GPS, is starting to sound more like a nagging aunt.
- 13:00 - Airport Shenanigans and "Will I Ever Ski Again?" The airport is pretty normal, which is a relief after the charming chaos of Flat. I'm pretty sure I saw a man wearing lederhosen.
- 15:00 - The Flight. The End (But Not Really). As the plane takes off, I'm left with a medley of feelings: exhausted, exhilarated, slightly bruised, and utterly humbled. I'll probably be back. Maybe next time, I'll learn some German. And maybe, just maybe, I'll conquer a green slope. Doubtful, but hey, a girl can dream, right?
Unbelievable Ski-In/Ski-Out Deal: Muldenhammer's Tannenbergsthal Flat Awaits! (Or, You Know, Maybe...)
Okay, Seriously, Is This Deal Actually *That* Good? I've Been Burned Before...
Alright, look, I'm with you. "Unbelievable Deal!"...my BS meter goes haywire too. Tannenbergsthal? Muldenhammer? Sounds like something my GPS would use to trick me into a snowdrift. BUT, I saw this deal, and my inner cheapskate, bless her heart, started whispering, "Maybe...just *maybe*..."
The price is… well, it's *tempting*. Cheap enough that I’m seriously considering going. The website pictures look suspiciously good, mind you – like, too good, probably touched up with some software I can barely pronounce. (Is it AI-generated snow? This is the future, people!)
My *experience*? Let's just say I once booked a "luxury cabin" that turned out to be a glorified shed with a lopsided outhouse. So, yeah. My expectations are currently hovering somewhere around "barely breathable." But… ski-in/ski-out? Think about it… you stumble out of bed, into your skis, and *bam!* No parking nightmares, no dragging gear across icy parking lots. My knees would THANK me.
Is "Ski-In/Ski-Out" Literal? Like, Do I *Actually* Roll Out of Bed and onto the Slopes?
This is the GOLDEN QUESTION, isn't it? The brochure *implies* it. The website *suggests* it with photos of grinning people effortlessly gliding from the door. But let’s be real. “Ski-in/ski-out” can be a slippery slope (pun intended!).
My paranoid mind conjures images of a treacherous, icy path requiring Olympic luge skills just to reach a bunny slope. Or, worse: a treacherous, icy path requiring a *very* long walk in ski boots because "ski-in" actually means "walk 10 minutes uphil after a long day on the slopes."
So, the answer? I have no bloody clue. I've emailed the host, I am waiting a response, currently in the purgatory of being ignored. Fingers crossed, eyes glued to potential snow reports... I'll keep you updated, because frankly, THIS IS EVERYTHING.
What's the Flat Actually *Like*? Is It, You Know, CLEAN?
Okay, deep breaths. Cleaning. My own personal Everest. If this flat is “rustic charm” aka "neglected for 20 years", I'm leaving. Immediately. I might, possibly, pack my own bleach wipes, just in case. (Don't judge me, I'm already judging myself.)
The description mentions a "fully equipped kitchen." This could mean anything from a microwave and a hot plate to a kitchen built by the gods of culinary delights. I’m assuming the former. I am picturing myself bringing my own spatula, a salt and pepper grinder, a good knife...the whole damn kitchen. I’ll probably pack my own coffee too. I'm just saying.
The listing also says "cozy." Cozy is code for "small," right? I've lived in a shoebox, I'm not afraid. As long as there's a bed, and a *functioning* toilet. A warm shower is a MUST. I want to luxuriate in the hot water for at least 15 minutes. I will take this to the grave.
What's the Skiing Like Around Tannenbergsthal? I'm… Not Exactly an Expert.
Alright, fellow non-daredevils, listen up. If you're expecting black diamond runs and double black diamond thrills, this is probably not the post for you. I am a *firm believer* in the blue square. Maybe a green circle if I am feeling particularly brave.
I've done some digging (Googled it, basically). Apparently, Tannenbergsthal is a smaller resort, which COULD be a plus for us! Fewer crowds, hopefully. More gentle slopes. Less humiliation. Though realistically, the humiliation factor in skiing is always present, no matter how good you are. It's inherent in the act of strapping planks to your feet and sliding down a mountain.
Honestly, for me? As long as there's a place to rent skis, a decent cafe for hot chocolate, and a chairlift that doesn't give me a panic attack, I'm golden. And as I mentioned to my friend yesterday, I’m hoping for a good cafe for the Apres-ski too. Nothing beats a good beverage after a day of falling on my face.
What About… Getting There? Is Public Transport an Option? Or Am I Strapped to a Car?
This is THE BIG ONE. Because I *despise* driving in winter conditions. Seriously, my stress levels go through the roof. Plus, mulded road are dangerous and slippery. I swear you can drive slow and still skid. I'll be looking into this. My research is still in the early stages. But I'm praying to the public transport gods. Or perhaps praying for a very generous taxi driver. Even a lift from someone else is preferable.
I'm envisioning a scenario where I have to rent a car. The horror! I did manage to get a license, but I still question my skills. I'm probably going to spend half my trip just stressing about ice, snow, and other drivers. So, yeah. I'll update you all when I finally get some solid directions.
If I book this deal, what am I *really* hoping for?
Oh, THIS. This is where it gets *real*, doesn't it? Deep down, beyond the "ski-in/ski-out" dream and the cheap price, I'm hoping for a few things. Okay, a LOT of things.
I want peace. Quiet. No phone calls. No emails. Just the sound of snow falling (if it's snowing… please, please, please snow!). I want to read a book in front of a crackling fire (assuming there *is* a fire..). I want to eat delicious food (even if I have to cook it myself in that "fully equipped kitchen"). And yes, I want to *ski*. I want to laugh. I want to feel that glorious, invigorating, freezing-cold air on my face as I (hopefully) glide down a mountain. I want to feel like I actually *did* something productive. I also want to get a tan, probably in the worst place to tan, but I'm holding out hope.
But most of all? I want to escape. Just for a little while. Because the world is a mess, and sometimesBackpacker Hotel Find
