Dieter W
Google
Upon my recent sojourn to the Pullman Cairns International, I was immediately transported to a realm where time stood still - specifically, the 1980s. The décor, a masterclass in vintage chic, was so authentic it had me questioning whether I'd stumbled into a time warp. The faux marble, a touch so elegantly tacky it could only be described as avant-garde, was complemented by woodgrain joinery that bore the proud scars of a thousand encounters. It was, in a word, hideous. Yet, it was hideous with a purpose, evoking a nostalgia for an era most were happy to forget.||The carpet, a patchwork masterpiece, was held together not by mere threads, but by green duct tape. This ingenious solution not only added to the aesthetic but also provided a thrilling game of 'spot the original carpet pattern'. It was an interactive experience I hadn't anticipated but deeply appreciated.||However, the pièce de résistance of this establishment was its ability to capture and bottle the essence of a bygone era's aroma. The wet, stale, musty smell was so overpoweringly authentic that it clung to my clothes with a persistence usually reserved for the scent of a fine perfume. This olfactory souvenir was a constant reminder of my stay, long after I had returned home.||The Pullman Cairns International is not merely a hotel; it is a time machine. A journey back to a simpler, if not slightly more questionable, period of interior design. It's a testament to the fact that they don't make them like they used to, and for that, we can be eternally grateful. An experience so uniquely distressing, it borders on impressive. A very authentic reproduction of what can only be described as a seriously cheap hotel. Bravo!