Avoid this place like the plague.
The woman who runs this place is a complete psycho. The hostel has a lot of potential with a good layout anddecent facilities, but the manager has no clue what she's doing, and I don't think she even cares. Chances are if you're in Carnarvon its for work but take my advice and continue up the coast to Kununurra and don't even stop here. After being let down in other fruit picking regions, I made sure to ask clearly if the fruit season had started in Carnarvon and if there was definately work. She assured me there was, but when I arrived, there was nothing. A few people had temprary jobs waitressing or sorting crabs, but the bananas weren't even close to being ready. A few friends in a different dorm to mine had had problems with their plumbing and the room reeked of sewage. They asked her to fix it and she said she would. After an hour and no sign of her, they went to ask again only to find her watching TV. Her reply was something along the lines of 'I'm not a fucking plumber!' and 'Stay out of my house!' (which doubles as the reception area) and a slammed door in their face. She came around later and engaged in a shouting match that even I, the most non-confrontational person in the world, got involved in. When I decided to escape the hostel, I tried to return my dishes to get my much needed $10 back she spotted some drops of water and sent me back to dry them. When I returned after attempting to dry them with a manky, soaking dish towel (the only I could find) she muttered something about me being retarded and tried to send me back to dry them again but I refused stating that there were no tea towels and she gave me my deposit. Once I even ended up restocking one of the bathrooms myself with toilet paper! These things are only a few of the disasters that happened in my two nights there. Like I said, the place has potential but if you see a woman in reception that looks like a heroin addict, STAY AWAY!!!

Reviewed By: Kirsty
May 2002