Arrived bright and early in Airlie Beach off the overnight Greyhound bus feeling very tired, which is the norm with the off and on cramped sleep common on bus rides. We walked up a massive hill and what seemed like an endless maze of stairs and walkways until we finally found the office of our resort. Buuuuut we couldn't check in. So we dropped our bags in the back and walked over to the shopping center which is sort of in the next town or suburb of Airlie. Or there is a gap of a couple KMs between Airlie and the Cannonvale area. Regardless, it was a long ass walk to a pretty hurting mini mall. Alas, we killed some time and checked out views of the harbour with hundreds of very expensive looking yachts bobbing around in it. Once it was past the designated acceptable noon check-in time, we walked back up the mini mountain to our hostel and checked in. The rooms are like regular hotel rooms that have had 3 single cots added to become dorm rooms. The place has a really nice pool looking over the ocean and a hot tub. But the whole place and especially the rooms are run down really badly. It's the sort of place that would have been nice ten or fifteen years ago, but hasn't seen a bit of reno or upkeep since then and now it's sort of a dive with vague reminders of what once was. The view was wicked though, with the ocean and boats in sight.
There's a Welsh fella in our room also that we got along with, so the 3 of us headed out for some $10 steak and chips dinner then several pints at 3 different drinking establishments over the next few hours. There was live music at each place, and it seemed they all had the same styles. We heard Johnny Cash played at all 3. Stumbled back up to our room up the mega hill and passed out in the hot, musty, damp room.
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