Escape to Paradise: Golden West Motor Inn, Dubbo Awaits!
The Hotel Review That's Seen Some Things (And Possibly Eaten Too Many Buffets)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because this isn’t your sanitized, perfectly polished hotel review. I’m about to lay down the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, about this… place. Let's call it "The Grand Glamping Resort" for our sake (and theirs).
Accessibility: The "Almost" There
Let's get the functional stuff out of the way, yeah? Accessibility. They say they're doing it, but let's just say your grandma's walker might find some challenges. Wheelchair accessible, they tout… I saw a few ramps, bless their hearts, but some of those doors felt tighter than my jeans after a particularly enthusiastic buffet run.
On-site Accessible Restaurants/Lounges: Limited. Like, really. One restaurant seemed "kinda" okay-ish but the path to it involved more twists and turns than a daytime soap opera romance.
Internet – The Digital Dance
Alright, Wi-Fi. This is my LIFE. You want a free Wi-Fi in all rooms!? Tick. Big tick! Glorious, glorious Wi-Fi. Except… it was intermittent. I’m talking dial-up flashbacks kind of intermittent. I’d be in the middle of a vital email (okay, maybe scrolling through memes) and BAM! Gone. The frustration! The rage! I almost went full Hulk and smashed my laptop. Luckily, the lobby Wi-Fi was a bit more stable, but who wants to do work in a lobby? A big sigh for the Internet [LAN] though, who even uses LAN anymore? I guess it’s there? And then you had Wi-Fi in public areas, but like I said, the signal had a mind of its own.
Things To Do/Ways to Relax – A Glittering Mirage?
This is where things get… interesting. They’re selling you a dream here. A spa day! A swim with a view! Pool with view? Okay, the infinity pool was AMAZING. I mean, breathtaking. But the whole "pool with a view" thing… well, let’s just say the view was mostly other buildings and the occasional flock of pigeons.
Body scrub, Body wrap, Fitness center, Foot bath, Gym/fitness, Massage, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: All there! And yes, I dipped my toe in the spa (metaphorically speaking, because it was booked solid). The massage? Heavenly. The sauna? Steaming goodness. The steamroom? Pure relaxation. My only gripe? They should have offered happy hour in the spa. That's just a thought!
Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]: YES. More pools. Lots of pools. One for kids, one quiet one, and of course, the stunner infinity pool. But be warned: these pools could get crowded. It's like feeding time at the zoo… only with more sunscreen and less grunting.
Cleanliness and Safety – The New Normal (ish)
Look, after what we've all been through, this is crucial. They tried. Anti-viral cleaning products? Check. Daily disinfection in common areas? Seemed like it. Hand sanitizer everywhere? Yes. I'd give them a good mark on this, but there's a touch of anxiety about it, and it's hard to relax with the thought that you're constantly wading through some kind of sanitization.
Rooms sanitized between stays: Check. Staff trained in safety protocol: check. Sterilizing equipment: Check. But with the room sanitization opt-out available, it makes you wonder how safe are things?
Food, Glorious Food (And Some Regrets)
Breakfast in room, Breakfast takeaway service, a real breakfast [buffet], International cuisine in restaurant, Asian cuisine in restaurant. Oh boy where do I start? The breakfast buffet? This is a story unto itself. I went in strong, folks. Ready to conquer the world. I ate waffles, sausages, eggs, mini-quiches… you name it, I ate it. The "Asian breakfast" was a delight. The "Western breakfast" a little more…basic. But the sheer volume? The sheer gluttony? My stomach still hasn't forgiven me.
There was a Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, but the coffee was… well, let's just say it wasn't the highlight of my stay. A la carte in restaurant, Restaurants, Soup in restaurant, Desserts in restaurant, Salad in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant. There are some other options, but after the buffet I couldn't handle all that stuff.
Room service [24-hour]: Always a win. Sometimes I just wanted it. Bottle of water was a nice touch, too.
Dining, drinking, and snacking: Poolside bar, Happy hour, Snack bar, all well and good. Except the happy hour? Kinda sad. Like, the special was only on certain drinks. I felt a little cheap, but it makes you feel like something big is going on.
Services and Conveniences – A Mixed Bag
Air conditioning in public area, a definite bonus. Concierge: Helpful, but somehow the conversation never progressed beyond the basics. Currency exchange: Useful, but fees? Ouch. Daily housekeeping: Efficient and polite. Elevator: Thank heavens, because those stairs looked daunting after the breakfast buffet. Facilities for disabled guests: Again, a little spotty. Gift/souvenir shop: A bit touristy. Invoice provided, Invoice provided: Fine. Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery: all present and correct. Safety deposit boxes: Always a good shout. Smoking area: Hidden away, which is good.
For the Kids – A Kid-Centric Wonderland?
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: Yes, they cater to the little terrors. So, great if you have them; less so if you're craving peace and quiet.
Available in all rooms:
This is where the small details are important. Air conditioning: Essential. Alarm clock: Actually useful, because I'm useless without one. Bathtub, Bathroom phone: Meh. Blackout curtains: LIFESAVER. Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea: Awesome, again, for being there. Daily housekeeping: Again, awesome, but always feels a bit weird to have someone in your space. Desk, Extra long bed: Fine. Free bottled water: Always appreciated. Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box: Standard. Internet access – wireless: Yes, but with the Wi-Fi issues I already mentioned. Ironing facilities: Useful for those of us who can be bothered. Laptop workspace: A good thing I guess, but I did more lounging than working. Linens, Mirror, Non-smoking: Standard. On-demand movies: Could be better (though I didn't use it). Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator: All good quality. Satellite/cable channels, Scale, Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers: Standard. Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone, Toiletries, Towels: Fine. Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free].
Getting Around – The Great Escape
Airport transfer: Convenient. Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Always a bonus. Taxi service: Easy to get.
Things I Didn't Mention (Because I Didn't Use Them, Or Forgot):
Bathing suit?: Yes.
Would I go back? Maybe. It's a mixed bag. The potential is there. The pool is stunning. But they really need to sort out the Wi-Fi and work on the accessibility. And maybe, just maybe, offer a post-buffet, post-spa nap station. Now that I’d pay extra for.
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Final Verdict: A flawed but fun experience. Bring your patience, bring your appetite, and definitely bring your own Wi-Fi hotspot. You know, just in case.
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Golden West Gauntlet: A Dubbo Diary (aka, My Brain on Outback Dust)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the… charm… of Dubbo, Australia, and its crown jewel, the Golden West Motor Inn. Let’s be honest, the name alone conjures images of sepia tones and Elvis sightings. I’m not sure about Elvis, but I’m definitely pretty sure I saw a tumbleweed tumble past the check-in desk. (Okay, maybe not. But it felt like it.).
Day 1: Arrival, Uncertainty, and the Promise of a Flat White (Emphasis on "Promise")
1:00 PM: Arrived at Dubbo Airport. Jet lag officially activated. My brain feels like a scrambled egg trying to remember if I even like scrambled eggs anymore. The airport? Tiny. Charming in a “that’s a very long walk to the baggage carousel” sort of way. Picked up my rental car – a beige beast named "Bruce" (it seemed fitting) – and promptly got mildly lost navigating the two roundabouts. I'm already embracing the outback spirit, which, as far as I can tell, involves a healthy dose of confusion.
2:00 PM: Checked into the Golden West. It’s… well, it’s a motel. A classic. Think faded floral wallpaper, a slightly-too-soft bed that makes you question your life choices, and a faint aroma of… something. I haven't quite pinpointed it yet. Maybe history?
- Side Note: The reception lady was lovely, bless her heart. She gave me a map, a smile, and a vague warning about "keepin' an eye out for wildlife" – which, honestly, terrified me more than the thought of spending another 14 hours in a metal tube.
3:00 PM: Coffee Quest. The hotel claimed to serve coffee. I envisioned a rich, velvety flat white, a moment of caffeinated bliss to kick off my adventure. What I received… well, let's just say Bruce’s engine oil would have been more palatable. It was the colour of dishwater and tasted like regret. Note to self: find a decent coffee shop. Immediately.
4:00 PM: Rambling in the garden. Attempted a stroll around the motel’s “garden.” I use that term loosely. More like a collection of slightly neglected, possibly sentient shrubs. Found myself staring intently at a single, defiant dandelion. Admiring its resilience. Honestly, I feel like that dandelion right now. Just trying to survive in this vast, sun-baked landscape.
6:00 PM: Dinner at the "motel bar." This is where it gets interesting. The bar was… well, the epitome of 'Pub Grub'. Had the chicken parmigiana (because, Australia). It was… edible. But the real highlight was the conversation. A bloke named Kevin started chatting to me, a local who was full of stories. He talked about sheep shearing, the drought, and the time he wrestled a rogue kangaroo. I could have listened to him all night! (He was a truly fantastic storyteller). But honestly, this is the moment when I kinda fell in love with Dubbo, because everyone was very nice, and not in the fake way.
9:00 PM: Back in my room. Attempting to decipher the TV remote, wrestling with the sheer absurdity of the entire day. (I think the secret code for Netflix is ‘pray’). Bedtime!
Day 2: Zoo Days & Dubbo Daze
8:00 AM: Coffee Round 2 - Found a brilliant cafe in the centre of Dubbo, called "The Coffee Embassy". Proper coffee, people! Felt like I was reborn. (And the bacon and eggs were amazing!)
9:00 AM: Dubbo Zoo. I hate zoos. Actually, scratch that. I thought I hated zoos. This zoo's brilliant! It's HUGE. The animals are happy(ish), the enclosures are well-designed, and you can see them from the whole angle! The giraffes are majestic, the lions saunter with regal disdain, and the meerkats are… well, they're meerkats. Doing meerkat things. Utterly adorable. I stayed there for hours, lost in the incredible diversity of the animal kingdom. Definitely worth the price of entry. (Okay, maybe I’m slightly biased. I now have approximately 300 photos of a sleeping rhino).
2:00 PM: Lunch at a pub, with a local called Margaret. She told me stories about the town, and showed me photos of her family from the war. It was brilliant.
6:00 PM: Back to the Golden West. Tried the pool. It was… cool. And, yes, I did spend ages staring at the faded mural on the wall. I think it was meant to be dolphins? Or possibly abstract blobs of blue. I'll never know.
7:00 PM: Dinner at the motel bar (AGAIN). Because, convenience. This time, I got the burger. It was, in the words of Kevin, "bloody good, mate!" (He was there again, too.)
9:00 PM: Bed. Exhausted. But content. It's amazing how quickly Dubbo starts to grow on you.
Day 3: Farewell, Dubbo (and the Golden West's Fine Array of Charm)
8:00 AM: One last coffee - this one from The Coffee Embassy, obviuosly!
9:00 AM: Packed Bruce, and said goodbye to the Golden West. It wasn't flash, it definitely wasn't a 5-star hotel, and yet… I'm starting to miss it and the people. Maybe it was the slightly dodgy coffee, maybe it was the slightly odd smells, but you know, it was a good time.
10:00 AM: Drove to the airport, for my flight.
11:00 AM: Dubbo departure, a little dusty, a little sunburnt, and a whole lot more charmed than I ever expected to be. Goodbye, Dubbo. You’re weird, you’re wonderful, and I will absolutely, definitely, maybe come back again someday. (And I'll bring my own coffee).
Okay, so, in theory, FAQs are supposed to be a helpful little hub of answers to all the burning questions people have. Like, a super-organized, highly efficient... thing. This one, though? This one is a *vibe*. It's mostly just me, talking, probably veering off-topic within the next sentence. Don't expect perfection. (Spoiler alert: I *hate* perfection.) I'm just hoping I don't accidentally spill my coffee on my keyboard while I'm typing this. That would be a disaster.
Seriously, why do we even bother with expectations? Life, like this FAQ(ish) thing, is a glorious mess. Embrace it. Now… where were we? Oh yeah, FAQs. Think of it as a digital chatty friend, hopefully with slightly less annoying details.
Look, let's be real. "Helpful"? That’s the goal, sure. Do I *actually* think I'll be helpful? Well… that depends. I’m more likely to give you a rambling story about a time I tried to assemble IKEA furniture (never again!) than a cut-and-dried answer. But hey, sometimes the *journey* is more important than the destination, right? (My therapist would say I need to focus on the task at hand more... but... no promises.)
Look, I'm just a person. I have opinions. I might get distracted by a particularly shiny object. I might randomly start singing a song. All bets are off. So, take everything with a grain of salt. Or a whole bucket. Your choice. If you're looking for perfectly polished answers, you're in the wrong place. If you're looking for… *something*… you might be in the right place.
Unusual? Honey, if you only knew. "Normal" is a cruel, unforgiving mistress. It's all perfectly straight lines and boring conformity. I, on the other hand, thrive on chaos and the unexpected detours in life. Also, keeping it real keeps me from getting bored. Seriously. I need to stay amused, or I'll just… I don't know… start a one-person interpretive dance performance in my living room. (Don’t worry, you are spared that. For now.)
Plus, I get easily distracted by the world around me. The birds outside my window, the neighbor's obnoxiously loud lawnmower, the siren song of online shopping… It all pulls me in. So, my writing style is just my way of saying, "Hey, I'm trying!" And sometimes, trying means a whole lot of rambling.
Ah, the big question. The million-dollar query. The thing I *should* have figured out before I started. Honestly? This FAQ is about… *stuff*. It's a little bit about this and a lot about that. It might *seem* like it's about answering questions, but if I'm being real with myself (and you, apparently!), it's really more about… me. My thoughts, my feelings, my weird quirks. And whatever pops into my head at the moment.
I had an idea, now it's here... Let's go with that. We're already past the point of no return. We'll figure it out, with some luck and a whole lot of caffeine. And if we don't figure it out… well, that’s just part of the fun, isn’t it?
Qualifications? Oh geez. You want the official rundown? *cracks knuckles* Okay, let me get my imaginary resume… Hmm, let's see… I have a degree… in life! (Don’t judge. It's a tough major.) I've survived various attempts at adulthood. I've made many mistakes (and learned from some of them, maybe). And I have a deep and abiding love for the absurd.
Actually, I’m not sure I should be answering at all. I’m usually better at making the questions. But, at this point, what's the harm? Probably none, right? The worst thing that can happen would be I’ll get it wrong. So, the only credential I *really* have is a healthy dose of experience – life lessons, and all the joy and horror that entails. And I'm here to share some of it (maybe). And that, my friend, is enough. Now let's move on…. before I start doubting myself too much.
The point? Good question. I've been asking myself that for… well, a while now. Is there a grand unifying purpose? A perfectly crafted goal? Probably not! And you know what? I love that. Life is messy. Life is ridiculous. Life is often pointless. And that's what makes it so wonderful.
If there's a point to any of this, it's maybe to… well, maybe to share a little bit of myself. To show you that it's okay to be imperfect. It’s okay toQuick Hotel Finder
