Bring back plastic peach

A lovely time-warp weekend on the Gold Coast at the Hotel of the Year (1977).  The weather was a pleasure - made all the more sweet by the cold and rain back in Sydney (teehee).   But the tired and creaky "resort" we stayed in was at the same time both weirdly nostalgic and crap.    Shite -brown formica kitchen benchtops might have been all the rage 30 years ago, but in the cutting edge market of the new developments in the city, it can't last at these prices.   Not to mention rusty solid hot plates on the ancient cooker.

But there was clearly a little facelift sometime in the mid-eighties, with a tastefully liberal application of "plastic-peach" for the bedroom.

I couldn't bring myself to take a picture of the bathroom - suffice to say the buzzing flickering flourescent tube kept me out of there as much as possible.    But apart from the lodgings, the weekend was lovely and a trip to Byron and to Brisbane to see family was all good fun.  It was a miracle we got to go anywhere, considering I forgot to book a hire car until 1 hour before the flight.  Oops