I have stayed in countless hotels on business trips, but the one that made me sleep like a rock amidst the sound of airplane engines is Capital Airport International Hotel Beijing.
The flight was delayed that night and landed near midnight at the capital airport. Dragging my suitcase out of Terminal 3, the cool night breeze slapped my face, leaving only one thought in my mind: find a place to lie down quickly. At the moment when I walked fifteen minutes to the hotel and pushed open the glass door in the lobby, a warm breeze wrapped in a faint tea aroma hit my face, and I felt like I had been caught. The receptionist didn't say much and finished checking in in in three minutes. When handing over the room card, she softly said, "Get some rest early." Her tone was not the warmth of training, but the kind of thoughtfulness of "I understand you're tired.
The room is on the tenth floor, and when I opened the door, I was first stunned by the silence. I thought the hotel next to the airport would be so noisy that I couldn't sleep, but after the windows were tightly closed, the sound of the engine outside was separated into an extremely light and distant buzzing sound, like the cicada chirping on a summer night, which didn't disturb people but helped them sleep. The room is not big, about thirty square meters, but it is neatly tidied up. The bed faces the window, and the blanket is a thick white cotton quilt, not a light and airy synthetic blanket. It has weight when covered, like the blanket at home when I was a child. I tried two pillows and finally chose a high pillow. My neck finally didn't wake me up in the middle of the night.
The bathroom is something I want to highlight. Hot water comes very quickly, it flows out in three seconds, without having to stand under the showerhead shivering and waiting. The water pressure is high enough, hitting your shoulder with force, as if someone is helping you massage. The bathtub is not big but deep enough. I filled it with water for fifteen minutes, and the lights on the runway outside flickered. In the distance, a plane slowly slid by. The scene couldn't be described as romantic, but it inexplicably relaxed people. The spare parts taste light, not cheap essence. After washing, the body is clean and not sticky.
Silent air conditioning is another surprise. I haven't been tossed around by cold or heat at night, the temperature is stable, and when I woke up, the blanket was still covering me well. When the alarm clock rang, I slept for a whole seven hours - for light sleepers on business trips, this is simply a miracle.
The next day's breakfast is on the second floor, starting at six o'clock. I took a bowl of hot noodle soup, two Tea egg, and a cup of soybean milk, and sat in the corner to eat slowly. The noodles are hand rolled, and the soup base is light and fragrant, not the bland taste of mixing water. Several passengers who were rushing to catch an early flight nearby were also eating quietly, without saying a word, but the tacit understanding of "all on the way" added a touch of warmth to the breakfast.
When I checked out, the front desk helped me call a shuttle bus to T3 and even stuffed a bottle of water. The entire process takes less than two minutes.
Stepping out of the door and looking back, the building was neither tall nor short, quietly guarding the edge of the airport. It didn't make me 'wow', but it allowed me to sleep soundly amidst the sound of the engine.
A good accommodation experience never relies on stunning views, but on the bed that makes you unwilling to turn over and the saying 'go to bed early'. Capital Airport International Hotel Beijinghas been achieved.Show more