Where to begin? This is not a hotel. It is a convenience in a place where few alternatives exist. It is an overpriced motel that lives off historical prestige that the current owners thrive off and milk you for. But it does have a view!
I simply cannot believe that a brand like Virgin Airlines would ever want any one of their customers, (let alone their pool staff), to be housed at this bug-riddled piece of guano. And now, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder from my experience at this hotel, this is what I have to say…
It felt like eight freight trains were riding towards me on a phosphorous crescent and I had no idea where to go but into the water. Eight of us sat suited and masked-up, hugging our knees. Silent. All of a sudden, the boat veered sharply to the left. My heart beat quickened. I
This is the second time in my life (outside of being in Bali or Thailand) that I have plucked up the metrosexual courage to get my nails done and I wasn’t even dragged out screaming by the wife either. I was proud to tag along and show my support on an otherwise very non-manly excursion
This is what I love best about Perth: hidden gems like Julio’s. The building has come a long way since completion in 1902. It was once was the proud residential home of the Walsh family, an iconic red brick corner site in West Perth that sides the intersection of Hay Street and Ventnor Avenue. It
I felt a bit like Bruce Wayne (a.k.a. Batman) when my phone rang and the filtered message went out like this: “Solo Pasta. Mount Lawley. 3pm.” I love surprises and this was not one I expected but it did make me go WTF! Solo Pasta is the brain-child of Chef Gil Lewkowicz whose worldwide CV
I rolled the dice and got a double six! Yes, yes….I can hear your sarcastic groans, as you writhe over my awful cliché comment. But then, that’s the prerogative of a writer sitting on his side of the screen. He has artistic licence to lob literary hand grenades at the mooing crowds! The first time