Welcome to HELL, may I turn back your bedsheet?

This weekend Hubby and I did a big scooter tour down to Wollongong and back. It was originally intended to only be a trip to Thirroul, but we had a little run in with the devil while we were down there. Unfortunately we had booked a place to stay for two nights at an establishment in the area, and when we got there we found we'd booked ourselves into the doorway to hell. This is not the kind of thing they ever tell you on NeedItNow.com. They never say "Double room with ensuite, sofa bed, tea/coffee making facilities, 24 hour access to the Dark Lord". It wasn't till we got back that we found out that it was the very place where the artist Brett Whiteley died of an overdose in 1992. Maybe it was the decor that sent him over the edge:

Or the view into the neighbouring crackhouse:

And someone please tell me why the bathroom sink was not in the bathroom:

I have to be fair though, the worst thing about this place was the noise. All night, it sounded like road trains were about to storm the room. The next day we fled, leaving our second night paid up, and headed down to the Novatel in Wollongong. We figured we deserved it after the previous night, and whilst we're not keen on the Gong itself, the Novatel is right on the beach and has everything you need so you can be totally lazy (which is a good thing when you spent the previous night without sleep). Compare the view above with the view from Saturday night's accomodation:

But accomodation aside, there were many other sights to behold over the weekend. A sploosh of whales in the distance as we rode out of the thick of the forest in Royal National Park and popped out to the sea:

A little further down, mountain mist meeting the sea in the evening light:

A cafe with a brilliant name (haha):

And, of course, the obligatory lighthouse shot:

But I searched high and low and I did not see a single yarn, craft, or otherwise store. Not impressed!