All pictures courtesy of Berge

Gästehaus berge

Aschau im Chiemgau, Germany
www.moormann-berge.de

Set deep in the rugged arms of the Bavarian Alps, Gästehaus berge calls to those who feel the mountains in their blood, a quiet spot that stays with you beyond the journey’s end. Step through its doors, where old wood creaks underfoot and the peaks’ steady hush folds around you, and you will find your thoughts drifting back before you even pack to leave. Gästehaus Berge is not just a stay; it is a place that weaves into your days, making these hills a corner of your soul forever.

Perched at the foot of Kampenwand, far from crowded trails, Gästehaus berge sits in a valley where Hohenaschau Castle looms across the way. From this ground, the mountains rise sharp and still, their slopes catching the sun’s first light and the day’s last glow—a retreat close to a busy road yet shielded by thick stone. Tied to paths that wander past moorlands and huts, it opens to views of Chiemsee’s shimmer and the peaks’ broad reach—a place both rooted and free.

The guesthouse rises from a frame 350 years old, shaped by Nils Holger Moormann into a balance of mountain truth and bare comfort. Rough stone walls meet steel left raw, clay sides pair with wide glass, and creaky floors stretch underfoot—all kept plain for guests seeking rest over rush. Each apartment holds a small kitchen or none at all, a bed with linens waiting, a shelf of books instead of a screen—all open to those who travel light, with three rooms set aside for dogs and their people. Outside, a garden depot takes skis or bikes, and a sundeck offers chairs under the sky—a breath that pulls you into the hills’ slow pulse.

Gästehaus berge is a steady whisper, a spot of calm that fills your quiet. Time moves soft here, led by the wind over the ridge and the shadows on the stone. Sit with coffee as the morning climbs the slopes, or watch the dusk settle from the garden—each bit lands like a gift held close. Built to match the mountains’ way, this retreat strips down to what matters, offering an escape that feels old as the rock and new as your own—a mark of the Alps’ deep call.