Gastnutzer
1. November 2023
After a 14 hour trip on a Greyhound Coach up from Sydney, you can’t believe your eyes when you finally see The Surf House before you. Upon checking in, you’re greeted by seasoned professionals in the art of reception-ism and are given a free drinks voucher for the bar which you take as your permission to paint the town red. Once you defeat the final staircase and claim the treasure of a bed and a good nights rest, you are taken by sweet surprised at the balcony in your room overlooking the Main Street. One trip to Aldi later and you’re demonstrating your chef skills in the hostel kitchen, Gordon Ramsey who? It could be slightly cleaner, but when you’ve stayed in a few hostels you know there’s no such thing as spotless. The housekeeping staff do a good job at keeping the place tidy after hours. Up at the roof top bar you claim your free drink (although there’s only one drink it’s valid for; the house larger) and put your name down for the pool competition. Someone orders a pizza and it looks good so you get one too. After a few more drinks you’re at the beach with a guitar singing Take Me Home, Country Roads while the sun goes down. You borrowed a towel from the hostel reception and you left your shoes behind because it’s Byron Bay. All your friends have to walk a mile back from the beach to their accommodation but you chose the surf house. You’ll be in bed before they’re even half way and you can rent a surfboard in the morning. Why would you want to stay anywhere else?
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