If you don't visit expecting the Hilton, this was a wonderfully character-rich, but rustic visit to a rural mining town home circa the 1950's. Ralf's hospitality matches the era perfectly - muffins on the table, a fire laid in the hearth, flowers from the garden, newspaper on the table, music playing on the radio. Sure it looks like a house your grandparents lived in, and the water pressure means you can't take a shower and use the sink at the same time - but in an age where every motel room starts to look the same after a while, this place was unique and wonderful. Don't forget to pick up some salami in town and listen for the kiwi just after dark falls.