Mitchell Smith
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I don’t even know how this place only costs $68 a night — I’ve spent more on bad cocktails. The breakfast alone had me questioning reality. Forget the sad “buffet slop” where you’re stuck with soggy toast and weird sausages — this was a full-blown banquet. At least ten different Thai dishes, piles of fresh fruit, Thai-style fruit treats that looked like they belonged in a museum, sweets everywhere, a whole section for eggs and soups, and of course the little bread-and-cereal corner if you insist on staying vanilla. Honestly, it felt like someone’s grandma had cooked enough food for a wedding.
The pool? Actually cold. Not “suspiciously warm pond where you question your life choices” cold, but refreshingly, jump-in-and-yell “YEEES” cold. The room? Big, quiet, thick walls — finally no neighbour snoring like a dying tractor. The view was great, the whole place was surrounded by greenery and even rare rainbow eucalyptus trees (yes, the unicorn of trees just chilling outside the breakfast area). And the staff? Absolute legends. They treated us like royalty. I was half expecting someone to peel me a grape or carry me around on a golden chair.
For under seventy bucks? This isn’t a hotel, it’s a straight-up life hack. Book it before they realise they’re undercharging.