Hostel Life

It’s been the best of hostels and the worst of hostels the past few days in the South West. At the moment we are staying in a beautiful house in Augusta, with a garden, huge well stocked kitchen, very comfy living area and a lovely bedroom with actual furniture. It’s like staying in a self catering hotel rather than a hostel and if it weren’t for the fact that everything in Augusta closes at 6pm (and I mean everything including the video store and take away). I’d happily live here until we have to leave. We’ve voted it the Number One place we’ve stayed in so far. Which is good as we’ve just stayed in the charmingly named the Dolphin Retreat Hostel in Bunbury but officially ranked as the worse place we’ve been in (Mike disagrees and says Lakes Entrance was but it’s my blog so hey…). Features included dubious hygiene standards, a tiny kitchen and a few soul destroying permanent residents either occupied watching TV (to get to the kitchen or bathroom from our bedroom we had to walk through the living room so always had an audience when transporting toothbrushes and dishes to and fro) or making heart-attack dinners laden with grease, barbeque sauce and salt. The evening we arrived both had (separate) bizarre encounters in the showers –I startled a girl busily blow-drying her feet with a hairdryer, flip-flops still on, while Mike waited patiently for a guy to finish the longest shower in history, but although the water stopped, followed by a long pause it all started up again and the man never emerged. He never saw who it was, just had to give up. Now that I think of it the guys in the TV room probably thought that Mike was the odd fella going to the shower with all the gear then emerging 30 mins later still not cleaned! And don’t even get me started on the eighty year old man who took 25 mins in front of us to check in as he argued about the cost of a dorm bed. He was a member of YHA for 50 years so knew his stuff as you can imagine. Thankfully the place was brightened up by a medley of Asian backpackers who cheerfully invaded the kitchen emerging hours later with a selection of amazing dishes you’d be happy to eat in a restaurant. No mean feat considering I’d trouble baking a potato in a microwave that promptly shut itself off when it got too hot. Some things I won’t miss when I get home!

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