Luxury Moscow Apartment: Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47 - Unbelievable Views!
Luxury Moscow Apartment: Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47 - Unbelievable Views! - A Review That's More Chaotic Than My Apartment
Okay, let's be real. Reviewing a luxury Moscow apartment sounds… well, luxurious. But trust me, I'm not exactly rolling in caviar and champagne. Still, I needed a break. And Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47 promised unbelievable views. So, here we go, my honest (and probably slightly neurotic) take. Prepare for a rollercoaster.
First Impressions: Arrival and the "View" Drama
Getting there was a saga. Let's just say the taxi driver wasn't exactly fluent in English, and I definitely wasn't fluent in Russian. But hey, eventually we made it. Check-in/out [express] was a godsend, because, frankly, I was hangry. The Doorman was a true pro, though, all smiles and polish. He whisked my bags away, and I, fueled by sheer anticipation, zoomed towards the promised views.
Now, the description did deliver on the unbelievable views. Seriously. Jaw-dropping. You could see the entire city stretching out before you, a shimmering tapestry of lights. I spent a solid twenty minutes just staring out the window, feeling like I was floating above Moscow. Pure bliss. Then, the wind howled. And the window rattled. A lot. Suddenly, I felt less "floating above Moscow" and more "trapped in a very fancy snow globe about to break." The Soundproofing was… okay, but the wind was relentless. A tiny, slightly annoying imperfection that nonetheless, stayed in mind throughout.
Room Shenanigans: The Clutter and Comforts
My inner neat-freak loved the Air conditioning - Moscow summers, you know? And the Non-smoking rooms were a huge plus (I'm easily overwhelmed by stale cigarette smoke). The Linens were crisp, the Bathrobes plush, and the Slippers… oh, the Slippers. They were the kind you secretly steal, right? (I didn't. Mostly.)
The In-room safe box was a nice touch, but honestly, I mostly used it to hide my emergency stash of chocolate. Don't judge. The Coffee/tea maker saved my life every morning, and the Free bottled water was a lifesaver after my taxi-adventure. The Extra long bed was a dream, even for my rather petite frame.
However, the Bathroom phone felt a little…achronistic. Like, who uses a bathroom phone anymore? And while the Mirror was lovely, a little more lighting near it would have been appreciated. I'm not even sure where the hairdryer plugs came from.
I'm not sure I would ever have been able to get used to it, but the room also felt a bit sterile. Almost too perfect. I missed the imperfections. The subtle signs of life, the little bits of clutter that signal "This place is actually lived in."
Spa, Steamrooms, and the Search for Bliss (and a Good Scrub)
Okay, I’m a sucker for a spa. A complete and utter sucker. I booked in for a Body scrub and Massage, which was a truly amazing experience. Pure, unadulterated relaxation. The masseuse was a professional, and I could feel my stress melting away with every stroke. Worth it, completely. The Pool with view? Sublime. And it actually had a view, unlike my experience with the window. I spent an hour just gazing at the city while swimming (which is exactly what I needed, post-taxi-trauma).
The Sauna and Steamroom were perfect for sweating out all the travel stress. The staff in the spa were all wonderfully kind and considerate. A true haven.
Dining, Drinking, and the Quest for Sustenance
The apartment boasted a number of dining options, and I was ecstatic to discover an Asian restaurant. I tried the sushi - fresh, delicious, and impeccably presented. The Desserts in restaurant were heavenly. However, the Coffee/tea in restaurant was only adequate at best, which was disappointing. The Breakfast [buffet] was a solid affair, but a bit generic. I'm not a fan of the Buffet in restaurant as a concept.
The Bar was a sleek, stylish spot, perfect for a pre-dinner drink. The Happy hour was definitely a bonus. I enjoyed the Bottle of water. The Room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver after a late night of… well, let’s just say I explored the city.
Cleanliness, Safety, and the Pre-emptive Strike on Germs
I'm a bit of a germ-a-phobe, so the Cleanliness and safety measures were a real comfort. The Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, and Hand sanitizer everywhere gave me some peace of mind. The Staff trained in safety protocol seemed competent.
Odds and Ends: The Practicalities
Accessibility wasn't an issue for me, personally. I did see the elevator, and I assumed it worked. The Internet access – wireless was reliable, which was essential because I had to get some work done. I have to report on the Internet access – LAN, which seemed redundant after the Wi-Fi. The Car park [free of charge] was a bonus, as was the Laundry service (my suitcase was a mess). I did miss the Pet facilities - my chihuahua, Winston (who is far too small for a fancy apartment) missed me. The Cash withdrawal facility was useful, but I didn't have to use it.
The Heart and Soul
Despite the minor imperfections (and the wind), Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47 was a truly wonderful experience. The Unbelievable Views delivered on their promise, the spa was a haven, and the staff were kind. It was, mostly, luxurious. It allowed me to get away, which is what I needed.
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- Meta Description: My rollercoaster review of the Luxury Moscow Apartment: Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47! Unbelievable views, a killer spa, and the best massage of my life. Read my messy, honest, and quirky take!
- Accessibility: Wheelchair accessible facilities are available; details are provided in the review, but accessibility is variable for some.
- Wi-Fi: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and public areas.
- Dining: Multiple restaurants, including Asian cuisine, breakfast service, buffet options, poolside bar.
- Wellness: Spa, sauna, steam room, pool with a view, massage, and body scrubs available.
- Cleanliness: High standards of hygiene, including anti-viral cleaning, and all standard measures for COVID-19.
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- Overall: A highly recommended luxury apartment experience with a focus on views, relaxation, and safety.
Alright, buckle up, buttercup, because this isn't your grandma's meticulously planned itinerary. This is MY potential Moscow madness, centered around Apartment Hanaka at Shipilovskij proezd 47. And it’s… well, it's probably going to be a train wreck. A beautiful, vodka-soaked train wreck.
Moscow Mayhem: A (Highly Unreliable) Travel Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival & Initial Panic
Morning (or whenever the heck my flight lands): Moscow, here I come! Expect a significant amount of travel-induced grumpiness. After a 10-hour flight, I'll be operating on pure adrenaline and the fading memory of airplane coffee that tasted vaguely of sadness. The goal? Survive customs. Pray to the airport gods that my luggage makes it (it won't).
Afternoon (or whenever I escape the airport purgatory): Taxi chaos. Google Maps versus the actual Russian drivers? My money's on the drivers. Finding Apartment Hanaka at Shipilovskij proezd 47. Okay, deep breaths. Hopefully, it actually looks like the pictures. My emotional state will be 50% elation, 50% sheer terror of finding some weird code word to open the door.
Evening: Shower. Sleep. Maybe. I'll probably spend an hour staring at the ceiling, wrestling with jet lag and the sudden realization I'm, you know, in Russia. Food? I'm thinking a simple, cheap, and readily available meal. Probably something involving potatoes. Because, carbs. Oh, and a celebratory… well, maybe just chamomile tea, to start. Baby steps.
Day 2: Red Square Reverie (and Possibly Regret)
Morning: Red Square! Okay, iconic. Expected. And already dreading the crowds. I bet there'll be a thousand Instagrammers vying for the perfect Kremlin photo. I'm gonna try to make it early before all of them get there…. or at least, before too many of them get there. My goal is to get to St. Basil's Cathedral without falling over in awe/exhaustion.
Afternoon: Lunch. Somewhere not ridiculously touristy. (Good luck, self!) Maybe find a pelmeni place. I've heard Russian dumplings are the stuff of legends, and I'm going to need a dumpling-induced carb coma for the next part… which is…
Afternoon/Early Evening: The Metro. Oh, the infamous Moscow Metro. Apparently, it's gorgeous. Also, apparently, it can be a complete mind-boggling experience. I'm envisioning myself lost, with no Russian, waving my arms at a confused babushka. But hey, adventure, right? I'll be taking photos of the stations because architecture and art. I will, inevitably, have a minor existential crisis somewhere under the city about the meaning of life.
Evening: Trying to buy groceries, and failing. And then, trying to order food. My Russian is… well, it's the sound of my own brain melting a little. Dinner: probably something microwaveable from a convenience store near Apartment Hanaka.
Day 3: Culture and Caviar (Or, More Realistically, Bumbling and Blunders)
Morning: The Tretyakov Gallery. Art! Which is, you know, important. I'll try to pretend I know what I'm looking at, even if I'm mostly just enjoying the air conditioning. Maybe I could learn a little about Russian artists.
Afternoon: The Pushkin Museum? Maybe. I'm already feeling the museum fatigue. I might just give myself a solo "art appreciation" session at a park instead. More likely, I'll get distracted by a street performer.
Evening: The food! I really want to try a fancy Russian restaurant! Caviar! Blinis! Vodka! (Just, like, a tiny glass, since I'm trying to be good). This moment might be slightly awkward…I picture myself trying to explain a dairy allergy to a waiter who speaks zero English. Emotional state: highly stressed, bordering on triumphant.
Day 4: The Market and the Memories
Morning: The Izmailovo Market. I've heard it's amazing. I'll probably get completely lost. And I'm highly susceptible to buying random souvenirs I don't need. Expect me to return to Apartment Hanaka with a furry hat, a Matryoshka doll that gives me the creeps, and a newfound appreciation for haggling (or a complete failure to do so).
Afternoon: A little walk down the local backstreets, just for the vibe. Feeling that I need some time to take in the Moscow mood. Getting a coffee, or whatever they drink over there.
Evening: Packing. Trying to contain my souvenirs. Ruminating on all the things I didn't do. Wondering if I should buy a last bottle of vodka. Maybe I'll watch a terrible Russian movie and laugh, or I'll just go to sleep…
Day 5: Departure and the Deepest of Sighs
Morning: The airport. Again. The anxiety. The last-minute panics about missing my flight. The frantic search for a usable bathroom with decent paper.
Afternoon: On the airplane back home. Reflection on my experiences. I am going to be sad to leave Russia.
Important Notes:
- Language: My Russian is terrible. I'll rely heavily on Google Translate, frantic hand gestures, and the inherent kindness of strangers.
- Food: I will eat EVERYTHING (except anything that looks remotely like a mushroom).
- Expectations: I'm going to get lost. I'm going to make mistakes. And I'm probably going to fall in love with Moscow – even the parts that scare me.
- Apartment Hanaka: This is my base. The comfort in the chaos. The safe space to crash after a day of cultural immersion and tourist-induced mental fatigue.
- Flexibility is Key: This itinerary is more of a suggestion than a strict schedule. Embrace the unexpected! Moscow has a way of throwing curveballs, and the best trips are often the ones that deviate from the plan.
So, there you have it. My potential for disaster, my optimistic hope for adventure. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it. Wish me luck!
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Hanaka Shipilovskij Proezd 47: The Apartment That Almost Broke Me (But Then I Loved) - FAQs
So, is the view *really* that unbelievable? Because website pics can lie, you know...
Okay, look. I’m a cynical New Yorker. “Unbelievable views” usually translates to “Meh, you can *sort* of see something.” But at Hanaka? Dude. I'm talking the kind of view that makes you *forget* you're in Moscow, crammed into a high-rise. We're talking sprawling cityscape, glittering lights—you feel like you're on top of the world. One morning, I swear, I saw a rainbow *and* a double rainbow. I almost cried. Actually, I *did* cry. Don't judge me. That Moscow air does something to you. It's breathtaking. Literally. Then I started thinking about how long it had been since I felt breathless, and my existential anxieties started to kick in. But the view? Still stunning.
What’s the deal with the "luxury" part? Does it actually *feel* luxurious? Or is it just, you know, fancy paint?
Okay, *this* is a mixed bag, let's be honest. The apartment itself is gorgeous. Polished floors, high ceilings, the whole shebang. But... luxury sometimes comes with quirks. Let's just say the "automated blinds" had a mind of their own. One morning I woke up at 6 am, sunlight blaring in my face, despite having set them to close the night before. Turns out, they sometimes go rogue. Luxury with a side of mild sleep deprivation. Then there was the time the fancy espresso machine decided to... well, explode, covering the kitchen in coffee grounds. So, yeah, it feels luxurious. Until it doesn't. But even the appliance apocalypse was kinda funny in the end. Once I got the coffee and caffeine in me to appreciate the irony, the view made it bearable.
The location... is it convenient? Or are you stuck in the middle of nowhere, admiring the view from isolation?
Shipilovskij Proezd… yeah, it's not exactly Times Square. It's residential. Think of it like this: you're close enough to the metro to get into the heart of Moscow quickly, but you can also escape the hustle and bustle. There's a grocery store nearby (essential!), a few cafes that are alright (but don't set your expectations too high), and a lovely park that I spent most of my time in. It's not central, but it's not a desolate wasteland either. I mean, it's not exactly a hopping nightlife destination, but you can get by. If you're looking for absolute convenience 24/7 like me, maybe live downtown instead. But, trust me, the view is worth a little walk!
What about the actual *apartment* itself? Is it comfortable? Spacious? Did you feel like you were *living* there or just *staying* there?
Okay, so the setup. It's spacious, no argument there. Loads of room to, like, pace when you're trying to decide whether to go out or not. The furniture is… modern. Very, very modern. Almost aggressively modern. The couch was a little too firm for my liking, which led to some awkward naps where I’d wake up with a crick in my neck. But the bed? Heaven. Seriously, I would have happily lived on that bed for a month without seeing the sun. The kitchen was well-equipped, but I am not a cook! Mostly. The bathroom was clean, modern, and had a shower that could knock you off your feet with water pressure. I felt like I was living there, mostly. Except for the blinds and the espresso machine, it was great.
Did you encounter any... *odd* or unexpected situations? Because, well, travel!
Oh, you want *stories*? Alright, buckle up. One night, I was enjoying the view, sipping some (questionable) Russian wine, when the fire alarm went off. Not just a little beep-beep. Full-blown, ear-splitting, "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE" siren. Cue mass panic. Turns out, some overzealous chef in the building had burned his dinner. The view was *beautifully* lit by flashing blue and red lights of emergency vehicles. We all milled around in the freezing air for an hour or so, discussing the meaning of life and the futility of garlic-infused cooking. Then, there was the time I locked myself out on the balcony. In winter. I had to wave and shout for help, a truly humiliating experience. Eventually, somebody from another balcony took pity on me. So yeah, expect a few… adventures. That’s travel, though, isn’t it? Adds to the memories. And the therapy bills.
Okay, real talk: Would you recommend it?
Absolutely, *with reservations*. If you're looking for a perfectly polished, problem-free stay? Maybe not. If you're looking for an unforgettable experience, with a jaw-dropping view that'll make you forget your troubles? Absolutely. There will be quirks, there will be minor crises, and you might accidentally star in a balcony-related international incident. But you'll remember it. And for me, that’s what matters. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Just tell me they fixed the blinds and the fire alarm, okay?
Any advice for future guests? Like, what should you pack (besides your passport)?
Oh, *listen up*. Essential items:
- Eye mask: Those rogue blinds. Seriously.
- Earplugs: Just in case the fire alarm goes off. You'll thank me.
- Translator app: While some folks speak English in Moscow, you'll be surprised how far 'spasibo' and Google Translate go.
- A good sense of humor: Essential. You'll need it. Trust me.
- A travel adapter: Because, of course.
- Warm clothes: Moscow can get chilly.
- A power bank for your phone: For taking pictures of the view, obviously!
Speaking of adventures...any tips for exploring Moscow itself?
Okay, Moscow! Get yourself a Metro pass; it'sThe Stay Journey
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