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Famous last words... "Can you hear a banjo?"
Up until now Jacq and I have been pretty good with our accomodation choices, taking it in turns to book places to stay, but we were about to be given some what of a shock! Surprise surprise, tonight was my booking!
We had booked two nights at Buck Lake Lodge (why didn't we know from the name! why!). The plan was to have a relaxing evening reading books in our cabin overlooking the Buck Lake... After driving up into the clouds and snow we arrive at Buck Lake and both out hearts (and stomachs) dropped as we saw what we had booked.
The place looked like it should have been condemmed, it looked like there was only one tooth to go around everyone there and it obviously wasn't the receptionists 'tooth day' today! All the cabins were made of wafer thin wood, most windows broken and with resident rabid mutts threatening to take yer leg off at any moment. The first cabin we were given already had occupants and stank of gas so we went back and complained and we were given a new cabin which also stank of gas and had rubbish strewn all through it... In true Australian style Jacq hid in the car and sent me into the office to "do battle"... I complained about the smell and confessed to having a lung condition which was not going to be helped by sucking in gaseous fumes and freezing to death in the snow (still with that damn banjo playing in the background), i may have exaggerated the wheezing and coughing a little.
I managed to extract a full refund from them (yay me!) and Jacq kept the car running for a quick getaway... As the banjo faded and the pitchforks and flaming torchs dissapeared into the distance we breathed a large sigh of relief before realising it was a Saturday night of a public holiday weekend and we had no where to sleep!
We finally managed to find a Motel that didn't accomodate dogs about 1hr30 later and settled into the room which had no heating, one working light, no electricity on one side of the room and a bathroom which a botanist could have made a living in. But to us it was the Hilton. After a posh dinner at the local French restaurant and a couple of stiff drinks the colour began to return to our cheeks and we were off again!
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