Hungover days are better in a princess hotel. It was the second time in few days that I had the opportunity to stay in a – let’s say it – place which is not supposed to have been created to welcome backpackers. 

It’s always an incredible feeling to arrive in this kind of hotel. I would say it’s nearly essential to treat yourself at least once in a week with a private bedroom, with an hotel with a swimming pool or with a pedicure manicure. It is also – private moment, no filters – a good time to use your electrical hair remover if your long skirts can’t hide the mess on your legs anymore. You just can’t use that if you stay in a dorm… Except if you don’t mind some stare of disgust by Carlos the 20 years old Spanish guy staying in the bed next to yours who always thought that a girl has naturally no hair. And there is ALWAYS a Carlos discovering the world in each guesthouse I’ve been in… Trust me.

(Mercury hotel)