Trip Start May 01, 2008
23Trip End Ongoing
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
Tamworth is sort of like a suburb of Calgary. Everyone in Australia thinks Tamworth is as country as it gets. They need to visit Alberta. To be fair, I wasn't there for the Country Music Festival.
I was sent to Tamworth to do a job. That's one of the bonuses about working in the line of work that I do; you sometimes get sent places. Unfortunately when you get sent somewhere to work and the job turns out to be a nightmare, you normally don't get a lot of time to do the sightseeing thing, which is sort of what happened here. I did get a picture with the golden guitar though, so I can't complain too much.
I was put up by the company in the "Abraham Lincoln Motel"
A bit of background first. A "hotel" in Australia is a pub. No one says "pub", they all say "hotel". So be careful when you're looking for a place, because the rooms in "hotels" normally aren't all that great, and have shared facilities. When they have facilities. Sort of like a hostel, but super sketchy and with no young Scandinavian girls (other than the odd hooker that bleaches her hair and puts on a really bad Sweedish accent).
Anyhow, I was put up in the "Abraham Lincoln Motel". Which wasn't sketchy at all, surprisingly enough. The only hitch was that they couldn't put me up on Thursday night because, wait for it, there was a Jehovah Witness' convention in town and all the motels were full. Yep, you got it, a town that is pretty much 50% motels was full of Jehovahs the week that I was there. Nuts. One of the girls at the office looked for me, but the best she could do was to find me a room (shared facilites) in the local hotel.
Thursday night I rock up to the place, tired from a long day and starting to come down with a cold. I had to park 5 blocks away from the Hotel, and when I got there there was a line up of people looking for rooms, of which there were none left
And then the Karaoke started. Apparently Thursday nights go off in Tamworth, because every Bumpkin in town was screeching into the mic until 2 in the morning. It could have been worse though, at least the wailing noise from the tone-deaf patrons kept me from hearing the guy across the hall man-handling his hooker. For the most part anyway.
I was considering staying an extra night in Tamworth. It would have kept me from making the late night journey home on Friday night, and I would have got to be a tourist the next day on my way back. I just couldn't handle another night in the Tamworth Hotel though, and struggled my way back to Newcastle at 9 pm.