We paid extra for early check-in, hoping to get some rest. The front desk just told us to “wait downstairs, be cool.” After an overnight flight we were exhausted and dozed off in the lounge. Nobody said it wasn’t allowed. Then a staff member came down, snapped his fingers 🫰🏼 right in our faces, and said: “If you’re tired, go upstairs and buy a coffee.” So apparently, their “early check-in service” isn’t about letting you rest—it’s about training you to develop a morning coffee habit. Hilarious ❤️. After a long-haul flight, coffee just makes you feel worse. But since we didn’t buy any, the staff turned the speakers right next to us up to nightclub level. At 9 AM, it felt like we were at a rave.The room was just as “charming.” No ventilation. We paid extra for a private bathroom? It was soaking wet—like taking a swim in the Berlin Sea 🌊.🛏️ The bed came with surprises too: gum and used band-aids stuck under the slats, like free “art installations.” Makes you wonder if this was part of a Biennale side show. And if you’re lucky enough to get the bottom bunk, you might even catch the upstairs neighbor’s urine dripping down. Truly a spectacle.Coming straight from Icelandic hostels that were clean and respectful, the contrast is brutal. Here, the only real business is selling coffee 👍👍👍🎉🎊.