Margaret River Hotel

The hotel is in the heart of Margaret River township with panoramic views of a carpark. You can drift off to sleep in the big comfy beds, lulled to sleep by the incoherent drone of patrons at the adjacent pub. I also spent a very enjoyable ten minutes in the morning doing my own dishes - a highlight of my holiday I might otherwise have omitted were it not for the sign in the kitchenette announcing a charge for dishes left unclean. On the suspicion that I may have overlooked other signs in the room, I spent another hour repackaging my complimentary soap and refilling the UHT milk sachets. The desiccated flies on the window sills were a provocative flourish, yet in their mocking irony, ultimately an inspired and successful ornament.