I love staying in old pubs, and few are as old as the Bomaderry Hotel which was built in 1902. High ceilings and huge staircase landings but you hope not to be seen because "anyone who is seen in the accommodation section of the venue will be removed".
The room was basic but adequate; anyway, the room rate is only slightly more than the fifty dollars they charge for failing to return the keys.
What really took me back sixty years to my boarding-house days in Barton House were those terrazzo-covered toilet and shower cubicles right up to the peeling ceiling paint. Lathering myself up with the 20 grams of "Green Tea & Aloe Vera Luxury Soap" included in the room rate of the equivalent of a failure-to-return-the-key fine, I half expected a rap on the door with a walking stick by the retired dotty surveyor, known as "The Colonel", who in Barton House would stand outside the communal shower cubicles to remind us when our shower time was up.
And, of course, like in Barton House, they don't supply a plug for the bath because back in the day when this hotel was built, you supplied your own plug or you went without your weekly bath. Good memories!
We left the room in an UNacceptable state to avoid the cleaning fee.
