Ulasan Flåmsbrygga Hotel

Ah, the small town charm! The rooms, a perfect blend of cozy and quaint, offer a front-row seat to the serene scene consisting of a couple of blocks. Now, the staff, oh, the staff. Their flexibility would be a better fit in a yoga class, but alas, they seem to have misplaced it. Our assigned accomodation was located on the ground floor, a mere 10 feet from the renowned pub, where the puffing patrons littered the foreground with cigarette remnants around the Tree of Life. We kindly requested a relocation due to the location of our room and, ahem, personalized touch left by the previous guests. Hairs of unknown origin adorned the linens and bathroom, likely serving as a memento of someone's unforgettable visit. Two valiant attempts were made to convince the infallible staff to grant our humble request, only to be met with the most peculiar resistance. The first fellow insisted that not all rooms could accommodate our modest desire, as not all boasted the coveted pull-out couch – a miraculous transformation unlike any other, to accommodate a family of three. Strangely enough, a quick glance revealed that each room held an identical couch in prime balcony placement, as if posed for an awkward family portrait. Not to mention, the Internet readily advertised the availability of similar rooms for the duration of our stay. It seems the true nature of their unyielding stance shall remain a delightful mystery.