This stay for me was a last-moment salvation from a shared work accom pending nightmare which I decided was just not now I roll in any way, shape or form.
The amount of cool things I could say about the place and stay is long-winded enough for me to just say go and find out for yourself. Anyone apart from Brain-Dead Ikea Catalog drooling robots should find something that triggers an enjoyable emotional response in them. Either that, or you're a twenty-something that considers our 90's WiFi-less past as the dark ages - and everything before that Totes Irells. Meh. Back to the InstaBlands for y'all then...
Mine was some incredible nostalgia about some moments in my childhood of things I saw and took for granted that I now realise how much I miss: hand-painted signs; things made BY Australians FOR Australians - made to last for decades, NOT break as soon as they're handled more than a few times. Items that are a testament to individuality rather than bland conformism.
Yeah, it's a trip to a different universe, sans-hipsters that somehow uniformly - and quite comically - nearly all look the same no matter how different they think they look. "Isn't it ironic, don't ya think??" - I'm starting to think maybe we should all go Harry-High-Pants Shirt-Tucker-Style til they bring that back as post-post-pre-post-pre-Wotevs. Or did I miss that fad too?
["Edison lightbulb overload" burnout victim alert sounding kind of bloke aren't I, huh?]
So, to summarise, It's All That, plus a freaking huge spa.
:-)
As a parting cryptic statement - a quote from our favourite flower-pot wearing Asperger's Syndrome 80's Musicians (Yeah that'd have to be Devo huh?):
Whippet; Real Good. [Sic, Az]
And you really won't know if you never go.