So I gots me a new favourite hostel.
Yep, hostel, with an S. Never stayed at one? Worried they're full of dirty backpackers and head lice? If so I'm not even mad, I kind of feel sorry for you because hostels are hubs of creativity, language, international relations, and, of course, drinking. They're tiny models of what the U.N. could and should be if it got its act together.
Anyway, I love hostels, and this one is just outside of Cessnock AKA Cesspit AKA The 'Pool (wholly undeserving names, all) is a fine find indeed. An old wooden homestead-style building with tin roof and a huge verandah that goes all the way around (ALL the way, baby), it's also set on tranquil bushland. Here's what's on each of the 4 sides of the ginormous property:
1. it's own beautiful private vineyard
2. a paddock and dry riverbed and friendly horse
3. grassy field with wild rabbits that come out to play at dawn and dusk
4. a gravel car park to park your Wicked Camper van if you're a tourist, or your Holden or Ford if you're anyone else, or your Daewoo Lanos if you're me.
They do tours to wine country, and are a 5min drive to town ('town' being a relative concept out here), and, well, it's the most relaxed I've felt for yonks. The rooms are super bare bones, but for 30 or so clams a night, whatd'you expect, the Ritz? The common room and the big tables out on the verandah are aces for meeting people, esp. internationals. read more