“I enter the corridor hostel at about midnite. If not for the late night, we would have moved to another hostel right away. The hostel is very run down (feeling of eerie) and luckily tow guys who happened to stay there came to help us with the luggage. And worst, we could not even found our room no! And when I went to use the bathroom, the doorknob dropped off and I was nearly locked inside.”
1 out of 5 stars Rooms 1 out of 5 stars Cleanliness 2 out of 5 stars Location 1 out of 5 stars Check-in/Reception
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I enter the corridor—which isn’t really a corridor at all, because at the push of a button, I can transform it into a study, a TV room, or a guest room. Unfortunately, over the many years I’ve devoted to building and outfitting my motorhome, my travel anxiety has grown steadily. As a result, I can’t make it any further in my rolling home than the local supermarket to stock up on supplies; then, parking back on the patch of grass in front of my little house, I simply imagine I’m spending my retirement on extensive tours across the continent.
Not only is it more eco-friendly this way, but the way I picture these travels becomes increasingly precise and vivid, until there is almost no difference as to whether I am truly lingering in foreign lands—and sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I am gripped by an inexplicable homesickness.
I enter the corridor. How nice of you to join me. However, I wonder what brings you here. What are you hoping for from this corridor? That it will take you somewhere? That it will open doors and possibilities for you? New perspectives, insights, perhaps? Or do you even expect something from me? That I will guide you into unseen worlds and reveal things to you, secret, numinous, unspeakable things—with the pleasant anticipation of a thrill and a shiver of awe in the face of the unbelievable?
Very well. In that case, I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll gladly turn back and go my own way. Go ahead, don’t be shy: Enter the corridor yourself.
I enter the corridor. Oh, if only I’d considered it was a castle in the air! The ground gives way beneath my feet, and now the winds—led by Apheliotes, though Lips is doing his fair share—make a game of blowing me through the sky. Finally, Kaikias takes pity; he carries me away from his unruly companions and lets me sink—not exactly gently—into a harbor far to the northeast.
Reykjavík.
Not exactly my dream destination in the dead of winter. But word is it’s got a hopping nightlife.
I enter the corridor, my heart pounding in my chest. Time and again, I’m struck by the fact that stories, paintings, photos, and films of corridors leave me cold. But being there, physically experiencing the architecture—that’s what gets my heart racing and sends a shiver down my spine!
Here, I find extraordinary, one-of-a-kind corridors, akin to the unique buildings, castles, temples, dwellings, and villas found nowhere else in the world, in places that resonate with a special sound in my ears:
Chandigarh in India with the bizarre Rock Garden …
Here, obsessive visionaries have built their castles in the air, often in secret, and frequently over decades. I enter living testaments turned to stone—and the strain of the long journey, the jet lag, it all vanishes in these moments.
Filled with awe, I look around. These structures seem to have sprung from dreams—or perhaps nightmares:
On most visits, I take the time to create a drawing in one of the often artistically designed hallways and passages—which bear the signature of their builders down to the smallest details—inspired by the strong feelings that this fantastic architecture evokes in me. I use these sketches to adorn the corridors of the cellar vaults I’ve been secretly excavating beneath my property for over thirty years, expanding them bit by bit, corridor by corridor.
I enter the corridor, feeling a bit excited. It’s my first time experiencing this trend called Corridoring. Yeah, sure, I know you shouldn’t jump on every viral internet fad, but there’s something about this one that resonates with me. Maybe because it hides behind masks. Or because of its connection to an ancient myth. Anyway, the thought of crafting a bull’s head mask and capturing a photo of myself wearing it in a corridor of my choice—the idea triggered something deep inside me, and I just had to be a part of it. I can only hope that others will also post their photos in the gallery, showcasing their homemade bull’s head masks in a corridor of their choice. Over time, this could grow into a vast network of hallways and passages—the magical land of Corridoria, so to speak, a virtual worldwide labyrinth traversed by a solitary, bewildered hybrid being.
It’s kind of a nice expression of our zeitgeist, isn’t it?
Well, the Atomium definitely has plenty of corridors to offer for such a photo. It immediately came to mind when there was talk of corridors, and as it turns out, I just need to get inside early enough so there aren’t tourists running around everywhere and the Horned One is truly alone in the picture.
I set up my camera, pull the papier-mâché mask from my backpack, adjust the self-timer, and hang my head as I get into position…
I enter the Corridor. The hotel warmly welcomes me from its excellent location above the village of Knossos, overlooking the archaeological site of Knossos and offering me all modern amenities, just 5 km from Heraklion with its shops, restaurants, bars, and vibrant nightlife. (Well, that’s the absolute least they could do, right?)
Decorated in traditional Greek style, the rooms at the Corridor Hotel Knossos Palace feature a private bathroom with a tropical rain shower, where I also find a hairdryer, bathrobe, slippers, and complimentary luxury toiletries. (That’s all you’ve got?)
The interior and ambiance of the Boutique Hotel Palace Corridor are inspired by the legendary Labyrinth of Knossos, which was awarded the European Heritage Label. (Aha! Now that actually sounds like something!) Attractive, individually designed corridors adorned with antique artworks and free Wi-Fi throughout the Palace Corridor Hotel Knossos building welcome me into a warm, family-friendly yet contemporary, elegant atmosphere where I will feel completely at home—not least thanks to the attentive hotel staff. (Oh yes, time to truly unwind. Not having to worry about a thing. Having your every wish read right off your lips.)
A delicious continental breakfast buffet is served daily in the hotel’s own restaurant, Diadromos, and in the evening I can relax at the Anaktoro bar with a drink overlooking the surrounding landscape. (Now that’s what I’m talking about, yes.)
As a guest of the Palace Hotel Knossos Corridor, I also have access to a lounge bar with an LCD satellite TV featuring pay-per-view channels, and I can enjoy the comfort of 24-hour room service. Furthermore, I benefit from free public parking right at the Corridor Palace Hotel Knossos. (Dusty roadside dirt lots, I assume.)
I can reach Heraklion International Airport “Nikos Kazantzakis” (HER) from the Knossos Hotel Palace Corridor by car in just 5 minutes. Public buses run every 20 minutes from a stop located just 30 meters from the main entrance, granting me convenient connections to all tourist destinations across the island from the Hotel Corridor Palace Knossos. (Yes, lovely, but what…?)
By the way, the Knossos Corridor Palace awaits me as an eco-friendly hotel making every effort to be climate-neutral. (Yes, fine, but what about the spa? The fitness center, the hairdresser, the manicure, the wide selection of scrubs, Ayurveda, and massages?! Another total bust. On to the next hotel. It’s all just a click away anyway.)
I enter the corridor that other wanderers before me have chowed into the mountain of rice pudding. Side passages branch off, but I scurry along the main tunnel, trying to outpace the viscous mess slowly oozing down.
Once I make it to the other side of the mountain, a fantastic world unfolds before me. I always thought it was just a fairy tale: the land where roasted pigeons fly right into your mouth and a quick “Psst!” makes fish leap into your hand. But it’s real! Around every house is a fence woven from bratwurst, you get a guilder for every hour you sleep, and yawning earns you a double thaler on top!
Still, as much as I wander around searching, I can’t find a single hotspot. Not even a modem connection can be found. When it comes to tech, this place is a real backwater—or back-mountain, if you will. Well, back I go, I guess. Hopefully, the tunnel through the rice pudding is still passable.
