Mandy had Monday, Tuesday off and the rain has kept us in for pretty much the past two weeks. It's a major down side to living on the Northern Beaches that when the weather is bad there's not an awful lot to do. So we decided to head back up to Katoomba for a night.
We hoped the weather would be better than last time but it wasn't looking too hopeful, sitting in a small traffic jam just outside of Katoomba, we found ourselves in the surreal position of having the air con on in the car and snow falling outside. But it is winter after all!
We had checked into the art deco anachronism that is the Carrington Hotel. It had that off season feel, and though it retains a lot of authentic colonial features, it does look a bit tired, but still it was pleasant enough. After having a meal and a couple of beers we went back to the hotel about 10.30pm and the off-season feel of the place began to feel a bit more sinister. There was just nobody about, except for the statues of Laurel and Hardy(?). We thought we'd have a little peak at the dining rooms, and, surprisingly enough, it was dead, and just a little creepy.
So here we have it, a deserted hotel in the mountains, off season, a struggling writer (well not quite) and a slightly scared girlfriend. Why does this scenario seem familiar? I blame the alcohol. Red rum anybody!
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