Building the Baxter

Stepping into the 5, West Register Street premises for the first time was like jumping back in time. Those stairs we were climbing were used for decades by the members of the ROAB (Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffalos), a Members club founded in the C19th for honourable and patriotic British gentlemen. Cigars, suits and war medals were commonplace back in the day and our goal was to replace them with backpacks, smartphones and city guides. In order to achieve that, we had to roll up our sleeves and get to work.

For more than a year, we ripped up floors, built beds, and covered the walls with the finest paints and wallpapers. Little by little, our six dorm hostel came together. After months and months of hard work, we could finally enjoy adding the finishing touches: hanging the paintings by Handiedan – an amazing Dutch artist – in the corridor and placing the Portuguese-inspired tiled tables in the living room. Once our lounge was complete we felt like the gentlemen of that might even enjoy this place and stop by for a whisky, someday.