Nyhavn Dream: Stunning Copenhagen Duplex Awaits!
Nyhavn Dream: A Copenhagen Duplex That Almost Made Me Cry (Happy Tears, Mostly) - A Review Blown Wild
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I'm about to unleash a whirlwind of feels and opinions about the Nyhavn Dream: Stunning Copenhagen Duplex Awaits!. I’ve been to places, seen things, and let me tell you, this place almost broke me. In a good way. Mostly. Look, I'm rambling already, so let's just dive in. This isn't going to be your sterile, bullet-point travel blog. Nope. This is raw. This is real. And yes, there will be typos.
First Impressions: "Holy Nyhavn, Batman!" (And Accessibility Shizz)
Finding the place? Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. (Though I have to confess, my navigation skills are… questionable. But even I found it.) The exterior? Picture-postcard perfect. Those colorful buildings lining the canal are practically begging for an Instagram feed. And the duplex itself? Whoa. Just… whoa. It's like stepping into a design magazine. Seriously, IKEA itself would blush.
But, and this is important, let's talk accessibility. This is where things get a little… messy. While the website promised facilities for disabled guests, let me tell you, navigating the building with any mobility restrictions might feel like climbing Mount Everest in stilettos. The stairs are a dramatic feature, which means they are not accessible. Elevators? Not a thing. If you're relying on wheels, maybe give this one a pass. I'm not a wheelchair user, but I can tell you that the layout is probably not ideal.
They did have things like air conditioning in the public area, which, bless them, because Copenhagen heat can be a real killer. The staff are friendly and the 24-hour front desk offers a convenient touch for any worries or needs.
The Room: My Own Little Danish Kingdom (Plus My Petty Grievances)
The duplex itself… Oh, the duplex. It’s like they took my Pinterest board and built a house around it. Air conditioning, check! Blackout curtains, thank the heavens! Because, trust me, that Scandinavian sun is unforgiving. The bed was a fluffy cloud of pure bliss. I mean, I literally melted into it. The bathroom phone? I didn't use it, but the option was there, and that's what counts, right?
The free Wi-Fi? Worked like a dream (pun intended). And the rooms have Internet access – wireless. However, that's where the honeymoon ended. Here are a few things I struggled with:
- The carpeting was a bit dusty, and I may or may not have sneezed five times.
- The additional toilet upstairs was a lifesaver after a bit too much Aquavit but the pressure was low.
- The mini-bar selection was… meh. Seriously, guys? No good snaps? Big fail.
- The socket near the bed was a lifesaver and a serious blessing for late-night phone charging, especially as a travel blogger.
But honestly? Minor quibbles. The space was stunning. I loved it.
Food, Glorious Food (And the Occasional Hangover)
Okay, let's talk grub. The breakfast buffet was a delight, but I was completely crushed and a bit angry that the Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant were absent. I mean, I didn’t expect to find my favorite Thai dishes, but the fact that there wasn't a bit of ginger or a tiny bit of bamboo shoots in the morning left me feeling quite deflated, and my tummy was still churning from my night out in the city. The breakfast service was top-notch, with a charming team who were able to provide some alternative meal arrangements. The coffee shop had a decent brew. The restaurants' offering left me wanting more.
The room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver after a particularly boisterous night out. (Don't judge… Copenhagen!) I went through a whole pizza and it came in a matter of minutes!
Things to Do (Or, How I Spent My Days in a Blissful Blur)
Forget trying to “do” everything. That’s impossible. This place is about savoring.
- Ways to Relax: They had a Spa/sauna. I spent far too much time in the sauna, sweating out the previous night's… experiences. Bliss. Pure bliss.
- Fitness Center: I think I saw a treadmill, but the only exercise I did was walking back and forth from the mini-bar. Don't judge.
- The Pool with view looked absolutely gorgeous. The indoor pool had nice ambiance, but I didn't get to use it.
- Things to do: I spent most of my time wandering the canals, feeling the magic of Nyhavn. The bike rentals were great, but with my general lack of coordination, it's probably a good thing I didn't. There are a lot of opportunities for indoor venue for special events, but I didn't see any while I was there.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Sanitization Symphony
Okay, serious stuff for a sec. The whole place screams clean. They had Anti-viral cleaning products. The staff are trained in safety protocol. I think every surface was wiped down like ten times a day. They are using Professional-grade sanitizing services. Felt safe and secure. This is a big bonus in a world that feels a bit… germ-y. They have Hand sanitizer everywhere.
Services and Conveniences: The Little Things That Matter
They had everything! Daily housekeeping was a godsend, especially after ahem… certain activities. The concierge was super helpful. Laundry service was a lifesaver. There was a gift/souvenir shop if you’re into that kinda thing. Elevator.
Getting Around:
- The taxi service was readily available.
- They have Car park [free of charge] and Car park [on-site].
For the Kids:
- I don't have kids. The Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and Kids meal are great because they are needed.
Final Thoughts: Would I Go Back? (Spoiler Alert: Absolutely)
I give the Nyhavn Dream a solid four out of five stars. The Accessibility situation is a definite bummer. But the location, the ambiance, the sheer gorgeousness of the duplex… it almost makes up for it. I'd go back. I'd probably beg them to let me move in. Copenhagen, you've stolen a piece of my heart. And the Nyhavn Dream? Well, it almost broke it… with pure, unadulterated joy.
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Day 1: Arrival and "OMG, Nyhavn!!!"
Morning (aka, The Great Airport Debacle): Arrive at Copenhagen Airport (CPH). Theoretically. In reality, I spent a solid hour circling the luggage carousel, convinced my suitcase had been sent to Vladivostok. You know, the usual. Then, finding a charming, utterly incompetent taxi driver who took a scenic route that involved navigating the entire city. Sigh. But hey! The sun was shining, and Copenhagen's architecture was starting to peek out. I felt like a spy in a movie!
Afternoon: The Holy Grail – My Apartment. Finally, finally, finally, I arrive at the duplex. And… it's even better than the photos. Seriously. High ceilings, exposed brick, a tiny balcony overlooking the canal! My initial reaction? Probably a primal whoop of joy followed by a frantic scramble to unpack so I could plop down in the sunbeam (and maybe get a cocktail going).
Evening: Nyhavn Gawk-Fest and Disappointment (and a REALLY Good Meal). My very, very first instinct? Walk outside and lose myself in the colorful chaos that is Nyhavn. The picture-perfect facades. The bobbing boats. The sheer vibrancy of it all. I swear, my jaw hit the cobblestones. I mean, it's exactly as gorgeous as you think, and the buzz of the crowds! But… and this is a big but… the food situation. I had imagined myself happily snacking my way down the canal, but the restaurants, whilst beautiful, are expensive! I ended up a bit gutted and after wandering aimlessly, found a tiny and I mean TINY restaurant off the main drag. It was the best goddamn meal I had in Copenhagen. Seriously. And the staff were lovely!
Day 2: Viking Vibes and Canal Confusion
Morning: History Headache and a Boat Ride This morning, I, after a full english breakfast at the cafe across the street, decided to fully embrace the Viking thing and went visiting the National Museum of Denmark. I ended up going into the museum, but the crowds were crushing. I felt as though I was in a school trip.
Afternoon: Canal Cruise (Part 1 - The "Charming" Tour): Okay, let's be real, they're all charming. I boarded one of the many canal tour boats. The tour guide was super passionate, and I learned a ton about Copenhagen's history. But… I have to confess, after a while, all the bridges started looking the same. And I was getting sunburnt. And I needed a snack.
Evening: Canal Cruise (Part 2 - The "Lost in Translation" Tour): That night - I was still feeling lost - I saw a boat with a sign reading 'The Other Tour". I hopped aboard and was not sure what to expect. This tour made me laugh, and I got a glimpse into the lives of the real people who actually live in this city. I have to say, I think it was my favorite moments of the whole trip!
Day 3: Christiania, Controversy, and Croissants
Morning: The Freetown of Christiania: This. Place. Wow. It was a sensory overload in the best possible way. The street art. The… let’s just say the atmosphere. The sheer defiance of it all. A few of the stalls were selling homemade goods, and I bought a little piece of art to remember it by. It was a bit unsettling, it's true, but it was a must-see and a great experience.
Afternoon: Rosenborg Castle and Gardens: I needed a palate cleanser after Christiania, and the Royal Gardens did the trick. Peaceful, manicured, and utterly Instagrammable. Note to self: Buy a better selfie stick. Then to the castle, it was interesting, but after the excitement of what came before, I couldn't help but feel underwhelmed.
Evening: The Great Croissant Hunt: You know that scene in Amelie where she has to find the perfect croissant? I felt like that. I needed a really great croissant. I spent a ridiculous amount of time wandering around, trying different bakeries. Finally, I found THIS ONE. The perfect crispy, buttery, flaky crescent of deliciousness. Seriously, I went back every. Single. Morning. After finding out where it was!
Day 4: Round Tower, Rainy Day Blues, and the Little Mermaid's Disappointment.
- Morning: Round Tower Climb and (Almost) Vomiting: I'm not afraid of heights. I am afraid of narrow, winding, slightly claustrophobic ramps. The Round Tower was a triumph, but it nearly defeated me. The views were spectacular! Which was totally worth the lactic acid build-up in my legs.
- Afternoon: Rainy Day Misery and a Lovely Little Shop: Copenhagen decided to live up to its reputation and gifted me a downpour. I spent the afternoon ducking into shops, hoping to find some shelter. The rain never really stopped. I stumbled upon a lovely little antique shop, and found the most adorable coffee mug, which instantly cheered me up.
- Evening: The Little Mermaid's Mild Disappointment: Look, I had to. You know. But my god, the Little Mermaid statue is tiny. Really tiny! And surrounded by hordes of tourists. I gave it a dutiful glance and decided a cozy night in with a takeaway pizza was a much better option.
Day 5: Farewell, Nyhavn (and Maybe, Just Maybe, a Bit of Regret?)
- Morning: A final, lingering gaze at Nyhavn from my balcony. A long, lazy breakfast with a perfect croissant. One last stroll along the canal, already feeling a pang of sadness.
- Afternoon: Airport Chaos (again): Let's just say, it was a repeat performance of the arrival saga. But this time, I was prepared. I spent the hour waiting for my luggage in a state of denial, already planning my return to that amazing duplex and the best croissant shop.
Final Thoughts:
Copenhagen is a city that gets under your skin. It's beautiful, expensive, a little confusing, and totally wonderful. Did everything go according to plan? Absolutely not. Did I have a blast? Absolutely. From the Viking ruins, to the boats, I'll be back. Maybe next time I will learn some Danish!
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Nyhavn Dream: You Think You Know, But... (FAQ, Kinda)
Okay, so, Nyhavn. It's all colourful houses and Instagram dreams, right? What's the *deal* with this duplex? Is it actually... livable?
Oh, Nyhavn. Right. Like, the postcard version? Yeah, that's *part* of it. But living there? That's a whole other… *experience*. The duplex itself, the one we stayed in? Okay, rewind. We saw pictures. Gleaming hardwood floors. Exposed brick. A freaking *balcony* overlooking the canal. Sounds amazing, right? The hardwood was... well, it *was* hardwood, alright. A little… character-filled, you know? Some of that character being evidence of a previous owner's *very* enthusiastic dance party. The balcony? Tiny. Like, you’d probably struggle to swing a cat (not that I'd do that, obviously!). But the *view*, oh man. Sunrise over the water? Absolutely worth battling the occasional seagull poo-bomb.
Is the location as good as it looks in the brochures? Like, literally right in the middle of everything?
"Right in the middle"? Honey, it's like being *inside* the postcard. You can actually *smell* the fabled Nyhavn atmosphere. It's a potent mix of fresh seafood, waffles (so many waffles!), and the faint, lingering aroma of… well, let’s just say “maritime history.” Seriously though, five minutes to the Little Mermaid. Ten to Tivoli Gardens. Literally steps from a *ton* of restaurants. The only downside? The crowds. The. Freaking. Crowds. Trying to navigate Nyhavn on a Saturday afternoon is like fighting your way through a Black Friday sale… but everyone's carrying a camera and wearing sensible shoes. I swear at one point, I was being elbowed by a guy, and he was *singing* the theme song to the Olsen gang films. Copenhagen, everyone.
The apartment decor... modern? Or is it all antique-y stuff?
Okay, the decor. Here's the thing. Someone *tried* to make it modern. I think. Like, aspirational IKEA modern, maybe. There were these weird, angular chairs that were beautiful to look at but utterly impossible to actually *sit* in for longer than ten minutes without feeling like an arthritic pretzel. And the lighting… Oh, the lighting. It was all minimalist pendants and strategically placed spotlights. Which, in theory, should've created a cool, ambiance vibe. In practice? It was like living in a disco, but a disco where you could never quite find the right light to read a book. Then there was the couch. This thing was some type of vintage (cough old cough) leather thing that you would just sink into. Getting out was a challenge. This place was like a personality test.
Noise. Gotta ask. It's Nyhavn. Was it a nightmare?
Noise. Oh *god*, the noise. I mean, you *are* staying in one of the most popular tourist spots in the world. Expect… things. The seagulls, as I mentioned, are relentless. The boat tours start *early*. And people. So many people. And they all seem determined to have the absolute best time *ever*. Which is great for them, not so much for your sleep schedule. I invested in some industrial-strength earplugs. And a white noise machine. And maybe a tiny bottle of something-that-helps-you-relax. Look, it's worth it for the beauty, mostly. Just... be prepared to become best friends with the local pharmacies. The ones that sell sleep aids and coffee.
What's the kitchen situation like? Could one actually cook a meal?
The kitchen… Okay, the kitchen. It was *technically* a kitchen. It had a stove, a fridge, a microwave (thank GOD), and a small army of mismatched pots and pans. I attempted to make pasta one night. *Attempted*. Let's just say the pasta ended up… *al dente* in a way that made me think it was actually trying to escape *out* of the pot. The counter space was minimal. The lighting, as per usual, was a mood, not a practical thing. And the dishwasher… well, let's just say it was a “vintage model” that was best avoided unless you enjoy a good surprise flood. We ended up eating out. A lot. And you know what? Not a bad decision, honestly. The food in Copenhagen? Absolutely worth the splurge.
The best part of the experience, and the worst? Spill.
Okay, the *best* part. Hands down, the view from the balcony, even with the cat-swinging restrictions. Waking up to that sunrise, the colours reflecting on the water, the boats bobbing gently… It was magical. Even the early morning seagulls, the same ones that tortured me, felt less annoying then. The worst part? Probably the incessant noise, the wonky stairs, and that couch that swallowed you whole. But honestly? The imperfections are what made it memorable. It wasn't perfect. It was a bit of a *mess*, really. But it was *ours*, for a little while. And the memory? Priceless. (Except it wasn't. We paid for it. But you get the idea.)
Would you go back? Honestly?
God, yes. Despite the noise, the stairs, the rogue pasta, and the wonky chairs. I would absolutely, without a doubt, go back. Copenhagen is a breathtaking city. And even with all its flaws, the Nyhavn duplex offered a… *unique* way to experience it. It was a reminder that travel isn't about perfection. It's about the *experience*. And the stories. And the memories. And maybe, just maybe, finding the perfect waffle place. So, yeah. I'd risk the seagulls again.
And the stairs? Tell me about the stairs.
The stairs. Oh, the *stairs*. Okay, imagine this. Narrow. Steep. And apparently, designed by someone who hated anyone over the age of five. They were not just stairs; they were an existential challenge. First you have a tiny creaky set to the first level. Then, the main assault course. Each step felt like it was about to give way. Carrying luggage up? A form of mountaineering. Going down after a few glasses of wine? A death wish. I nearly broke my neck twice. Twice! I swear, I aged a decadeRooms And Vibes
