Rigas Hotel Skopelos

If you’re the kind of traveler who enjoys character-building vacations, look no further than Rigas Hotel in Skopelos. This place checks all the wrong boxes — in the most unforgettable way. Do you appreciate hospitality that feels more like hostility? Then you’ll love the staff at Rigas. You’ll be greeted with the warm indifference of someone who just found out their shift got extended. Every question is met with a blank stare, a sigh, or the magical vanishing act of walking away mid-sentence. The rooms? A true tribute to minimalism — not in the stylish, Scandinavian way, but in the “we gave up halfway through” sort of way. The bed doubles as a medieval torture device, complete with the genius decision to forgo anything resembling a comforter. That’s right — just a single, thin sheet to wrap yourself in as you shiver through the night wondering what choices led you here. It’s like sleeping under a napkin… on top of a pile of bricks. Let’s dive into the pool — metaphorically, of course, because who knows what’s actually in there. It’s the perfect shade of “maybe blue?” and gives strong kiddie-pool-left-outside-all-winter vibes. Fancy a swim? Don’t forget your towel… just kidding! There are no pool towels. But wait — you also can’t bring the towels from your room. It’s a BYOT situation, but don’t worry — they won’t tell you that until you’re already dripping wet and being scolded like a naughty child. The “lush grounds” feature delightful stretches of fake grass, offering the illusion of nature with the charm of a golf course that’s given up. There’s even an accidental putting green — perfect for wondering where it all went wrong. And then there’s the breakfast. A truly surreal culinary experience. It’s as if Gordon Ramsay once had a dream — a confusing dream about feeding 13 of his most estranged cousins — and the staff at Rigas recreated that dream with unmatched confusion. You’ll marvel at the mystery meats, the eggs that defy explanation, and the juice that might’ve once met a fruit in passing. The breakfast staff, bless them, are like your least favorite substitute teacher: full of sighs, sneers, and the kind of eye rolls that really wake you up in the morning. It’s not every day you can eat hard-boiled sadness while being silently judged for existing. The bar experience is equally inspiring. If you’re the sort of person who enjoys eye rolls with your order and drinks that taste like someone whispered “vodka” over a glass of melted ice, then you’re in the right place. Belly up to the bar and prepare to blow your money on pure disrespect and the illusion of quality craft cocktails — minus the craft, the alcohol, and anything even remotely resembling a cocktail. It’s like performance art, but sadder. Lastly, location, location, location! The hotel sits proudly right on the main street — and by proudly, we mean “dangerously.” If your lifelong dream is to feel like a Frogger champion, darting between passing cars as you try to cross the road