1770 Australia: Backpacker Paradise Unveiled!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's hotel review. We’re diving headfirst into 1770 Australia: Backpacker Paradise Unveiled!, and trust me, it's a wild ride. Let's get messy, shall we?
1770 Australia: Backpacker Paradise Unveiled! – A Review (Unfiltered!)
First off, Accessibility: Okay, let's be real, this isn't a fully accessible paradise. Wheelchair accessibility is listed, but you’ll want to double-check specifics. Some areas might be a bit of a challenge, and that's a bummer. Gotta be upfront about that. Elevator is a definite plus though!
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Listed, but no details. Again, call ahead. Don't assume!
Internet & Tech Stuff: Okay, so Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – YES! Crucial for uploading those Insta stories of your epic sunset adventures. Internet [LAN] – hey, if you're into the old-school wired vibe, you're covered. Internet services, in general, were good. Wi-Fi in public areas – good, too, and a lifesaver when you're crammed in the lobby because you accidentally locked yourself out of your room (more on that later…). The only real problem was when the internet died at 3 am, when I was desperately trying to catch up on my emails.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: (AKA My Dream Life… kind of)
Alright, this is where things get interesting. Spa/sauna, Spa, Steamroom, Sauna… YES, PLEASE! Okay, I didn't actually use any of these, mostly because I spent all my time trying (and failing) to get a decent Instagram photo of the Pool with view. But, hey, the potential is there. I'm a sucker for a good Swimming pool [outdoor], and this one looked pretty inviting.
They also list a Fitness center. Did I see it? Yeah. Did I use it? Nope! But good to know it exists, I guess, for all you go-getters. The Massage services looked tempting, and the pictures online were making my neck hurt just looking at them. I probably should've given them a try instead of staring at the water for hours. All you relaxaholics, take note.
What I Did Do:
I was obsessed with the Poolside bar. Seriously, I think I spent half my trip there. The drinks were… well, let's just say they were strong. I kept ordering these ridiculously fruity cocktails, and the bartenders were incredibly patient with my increasingly erratic requests. One time, I accidentally spilled a whole drink ALL OVER myself while posing for a photo. I tell you, that was mortifying. It's the sort of thing that’ll probably be on my mind at my deathbed, that incident with the pineapple thing, the one where the bartender had to tell me I looked like a drowned bird, too.
Cleanliness and Safety: (Because, you know, reality)
Okay, this is where 1770 Australia truly shines. They were SERIOUS about safety. Anti-viral cleaning products were everywhere. Daily disinfection in common areas. Rooms sanitized between stays. I even saw them blasting my room with some kind of ultra-purifying ray gun before I checked in, I think. The Hand sanitizer stations… well, there's one in front of every place you look. I felt super safe. It's reassuring, especially after seeing some of the other rooms some of the backpacks showed me during my stay. I was also impressed with the Staff trained in safety protocol. They were on it!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: (Fueling the Adventure!)
Restaurants, Bar, Poolside bar. They've got the basics covered. You can even get Room service [24-hour] which is a lifesaver when you're nursing a major hangover (yes, I know all about that). The Breakfast [buffet] was decent – not gourmet, but perfectly adequate. The Coffee/tea in restaurant was a necessary evil, but not delicious. The A la carte in restaurant looked amazing from the pictures, but I never got around to it. Let's be real. I was living off the Poolside bar and the Snack bar! They had some really good fries.
Also, the Vegetarian restaurant option is there for all the plant-based legends out there. And Coffee shop! Need your caffeine fix? You're covered.
Services and Conveniences: (Making Life Easier)
Concierge: Awesome! Seriously. I had a minor crisis (okay, I lost my passport) and the concierge was a GODSEND. They were calm, helpful, and totally saved my bacon. Daily housekeeping: My room was always sparkling clean. Convenience store: Perfect for those late-night snack runs when you’re starving. Laundry service: I definitely needed this. Let's just say my clothes weren't doing so hot after the pool incident.
Facilities for disabled guests: They provide basic level.
Getting Around:
Airport transfer: They have it! Car park [free of charge]: This is brilliant. Saves you a fortune. Taxi service: Available.
Available in All Rooms:
Air conditioning: A MUST. Free bottled water: Always appreciated. Hair dryer: Essential for, you know, looking presentable. Wi-Fi [free]: Obviously. And, uh, the Coffee/tea maker. (Though, as I said, the coffee was mediocre.)
The Room Itself (My Tiny Kingdom):
My room was… fine. Not spectacular, but comfortable enough. Let's be honest, you're not here to hang out in your room all day. The Blackout curtains were a lifesaver for sleeping off the aforementioned hangovers. Air conditioning was a godsend. The Shower was a little weak, but you can't win them all. I did appreciate the Soundproofing, though, because, let's be real,backpackers can be noisy when they're having a good time (not that I'd know anything about that… cough).
The REALLY Messy Stuff (My Honest Impressions):
Okay, here's the thing. 1770 Australia isn't perfect. It's a backpacker hotel, so you're not getting five-star luxury. Don’t expect a Michelin star meal here. But it's clean, safe, and has all the essentials. The vibe is what makes this place. It's a bit scrappy, a bit rough around the edges, but it's FUN.
There are a few imperfections, of course. The internet would drop out at the worst times which was super frustrating. The walls are thin. And the elevator? Well, there were those times I actually had to walk the stairs. It's not always super clear.
Overall:
If you're looking for a luxurious, pampered experience, look elsewhere. But if you're a backpacker, a budget traveler, or someone who just wants a fun, relaxed place to stay, then 1770 Australia is a solid choice. It's not perfect, but it's real.
My One Big Recommendation: Get the room with a view of the pool. It's worth it! It’s worth it just for the people watching.
Final Verdict: 4 out of 5 stars. (Deducting one star for the sporadic Wi-Fi drops and the slightly underwhelming coffee, but the pool bar almost made up for it.)
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to get real up close and personal with my backpacker adventure at 1770. This ain't your glossy brochure itinerary; this is the unfiltered, slightly-sunburnt, and definitely-caffeinated version.
Day 1: Arrival & Utter Cluelessness (or, "Where Did I Park My Sanity?")
- Morning (or what passes for it after a 27-hour flight): Woke up. Or maybe I just never slept. Disembarked from the Greyhound bus—the official vehicle of lost souls and questionable life choices—in 1770. Immediately felt approximately 15 degrees cooler, which was a blessed relief. The only problem was, I was holding my backpack, which weighed approximately the same as a small car, was covered in bird poop, and I had no idea where "Backpackers @ 1770" actually was.
- Afternoon: Finally, with the help of a kindly local and a dodgy map, I found the place. Check-in. The dorm room. Oh dear Lord, the dorm room. This is where things took a turn. The air was thick with the scent of sunscreen, stale beer and teenage angst. There was a dude snoring at a volume normally reserved for jet engines. Made my way to my assigned bunk: a top bunk. Now, my coordination skills are, to put it tactfully, a work in progress. That first climb still haunts me.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Unpacked… which mostly meant flinging everything onto the bed in a desperate attempt at organization. I decided to head down to the bar. Met a girl named Chloe. She was Australian, tan, and radiating an aura of effortless cool that made me feel like a particularly awkward penguin. We talked about travelling, the perils of bad coffee and our crippling social media anxieties. We also went on a (rather disastrous) quest to find a grocery store. We found a shop, got over excited and bought way too much junk food. We ate half of it in the car, only to regret it the next day.
Day 2: 1770 Sunset & the Agony of Snorkelling (or, "Fish Are Jerks, But the Sunset Was Gorgeous")
- Morning: Attempted to wake up for a sunrise kayak trip. I was not successful. Instead, I woke up with a headache the size of Queensland, and a vague suspicion that I had been talking to a very attractive local last night about my life plans. I decided to skip breakfast, in an effort to not make a bad situation worse.
- Afternoon: Booked a snorkelling trip. The brochure promised "crystal clear waters and a magical underwater world." LIARS. Okay, the water was pretty clear, and the coral was stunning. But the fish? Rude. Absolutely no respect for personal space. One little bugger kept nipping at my fins. I spent half the time trying not to swallow seawater (which tastes exactly like what you think it would) and the other half yelling, "Leave me alone, you fishy little menace!" I also managed to lose my footing - and my pride - on the boat's deck, and slipped on the steps down to the boat, nearly falling in the water (again).
- Late Afternoon/Evening: The sunset. Oh. My. God. Sat on the beach, staring at the sky as it exploded into a million colours while I sipped on a cold beer (a very strong beer - to take my mind off the fish). It was breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. Then did some star gazing. The night sky was nothing like what I grew up with - there were so many stars. Also Chloe got me (us) some snacks, so we sat for hours chatting and eating. Best day ever! Also, discovered the joy of a communal pasta night at the hostel. This is living.
Day 3: The Great Barrier Reef & the Deepest Sigh of Relief (or, "Actually, This Whole Travel Thing Might Not Be a Disaster")
- Morning: THE GREAT BARRIER REEF! Finally. Went to the reef, which was even more beautiful and spectacular than the promotional material. Swimming with turtles was amazing. I also overcame my fear of the open ocean - well, sort of. I still hugged the boat occasionally. The trip was truly an incredible experience.
- Afternoon/Evening: Back at the hostel. Staring at the photos from the reef, feeling a very genuine, very profound: "Wow, I did that." Had a long, drawn-out chat wit the other backpackers about our experiences.
- Late Night: Finally decided to sleep. After so many days of travelling, finally allowed myself to sleep, and did so with a smile.
Days 4 & 5: Beach Vibes, BBQ's, and the Unexpected Joy of Doing Absolutely Nothing (or, "Embracing the Chaos")
- Days 4 and 5 blurred into a glorious haze of sunbathing, surfing lessons (which were a spectacular failure, by the way), and impromptu beach barbecues. Met a guy named Alex who was travelling around the world. Turns out we have the same taste in music and a similarly warped sense of humour. We both knew how to party. The nights were filled with laughter, bad dancing, and stories that got increasingly ridiculous as the beers flowed. I may have accidentally learned an Australian slang word or two. (I'm not going to repeat them here, but I think my mother needs to hear them.)
- One day, I just lay in a hammock for hours, reading and listening to the ocean. That day was, without a doubt, perfect.
The Truth of the Matter: This trip wasn't polished. It wasn't flawless. It was messy, at times awkward, and definitely didn't go according to any "perfect itinerary." But that's the beauty of it. Backpacking, especially at places like Backpackers @ 1770, is about the imperfection. It's about the unexpected. It's about the moments you didn't plan for, the people you meet, the experiences that change you in ways you can't even articulate. It's about embracing the chaos and finding the joy in the journey, even when you're covered in sand, sunburn, and fish spit.
And for that, it was absolutely, undeniably, worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need another beer. And maybe to find a better way to wash that bird poop off my backpack.
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1770 Australia: Backpacker Paradise Unveiled! (A Messy, Honest FAQ)
Okay, so 1770... What *IS* the big deal? And is it ACTUALLY paradise?
Right, 1770. It's that tiny little blip on the Queensland coast, officially known as Agnes Water and Seventeen Seventy. The "1770" bit refers to the year Captain Cook landed his sorry English backside there (apparently, not in the best of moods. Imagine!).
The big deal? Well, it’s the gateaway to the Southern Great Barrier Reef. Hello, snorkel city! Plus, it's a backpacker magnet because it's…well, it's chill. Really chill. Think sand between your toes, questionable tan lines, cheap beers, and more time spent staring at the ocean than you're comfortable with. Is it paradise? Depends. If your idea of heaven involves relentless sunshine, sunburn, and the constant scent of sunscreen-tinged sweat, then yeah, absolutely. If you need your creature comforts and solid internet... pack your patience.
Is it ACTUALLY in the middle of nowhere? Because I like being connected…kinda.
Let's be honest, it's pretty flipping remote. You're looking at a good few hours drive from the main tourist hubs. My mate, Dave, thought he'd just "pop in" for a day. He was *still* there three weeks later, desperately trying to call his mum. The internet? Don't even get me started. It's a patchy, slow, dial-up-in-2024 kind of situation. Prepare to ration your data like it's gold. Embrace the disconnect. You *might* find it liberating. Or, you know, break down crying because you can't watch your Instagram stories. Either is possible. I've been through both phases.
Snorkelling/Diving the Southern Great Barrier Reef: Worth the hype?
Oh. My. GOD. Yes. Absolutely, unequivocally, without a single shadow of a doubt, YES! I’d heard the hype. Pictures, you know, the Instagrammable stuff. But being *in* the water? It's… hallucinatory. The colors! The fish! The sheer, unadulterated *wonder* of it all. I saw a freaking turtle. A huge, majestic turtle. I swear, I almost cried. (Don’t tell anyone).
The boat trips are a bit of a bunfight - you get jostled around like a ragdoll, and the sea sickness is real, even if you're not prone to it. But the reef itself? The price of admission is worth it, even if you throw up your breakfast on the way back to shore. Totally, completely epic.
What’s the deal with the budget? Is it REALLY backpacker-friendly?
Yep, it is. Well, relatively. You can definitely make your dollars stretch. Hostels are plentiful, and cheap. Food wise, you can get by with buying your own grub and grilling up some snags. There are plenty of places that cater to the budget conscious. But... and there's always a but... activities can add up. That reef trip? That's going to eat into your budget. Drinks? Yeah, they'll add up too. So, yes, it's friendly, but keep an eye on your bank balance unless you want to end up eating two-minute noodles for a month (I may be speaking from experience).
What kind of people will I meet in 1770?
A glorious, chaotic mix! Backpackers from all over the world, all united by the quest for adventure and cheap booze. You'll find gap year kids, seasoned travelers, burnt-out office workers seeking a reset. They’re all running from something, or looking for something. Some are wonderfully open, others are… less so. You'll meet people you'll be friends with for life, and some you'll desperately try to avoid at the local pub. (I'm looking at *you*, Chad and his life story.) It's a melting pot, a melting pot of tans, awkward small talk, and shared singalongs after a few too many beers.
What activities are available? Because just sunbathing gets old, right? (Eventually.)
Sunbathing? Absolutely. But *eventually*... yes, you’ll need to actually DO something. Besides snorkelling and diving, there’s surfing. The waves are pretty tame but that's alright for the learning process. Fishing trips abound. 4WD tours, too... there's plenty to keep you occupied. You can also just…hang out. Read a book. Stare at the ocean. Watch the sunset. Sometimes, the best activity is simply *being*. However, don’t expect major shopping opportunities. It’s not that kind of place.
Are there any dangers I should be aware of (besides too much sun)?
Sunburn. Seriously. Slather on that sunscreen. The sun there is BRUTAL. Jellyfish during stinger season (look at the signs!), potential for sunburn. And, of course, the usual travel risks. Petty theft. Stupidity. The latter probably being your biggest risk, honestly. Don't be an idiot. Be aware of your surroundings. Don't swim after a long night of beers. Common sense, people!
Best time to go?
Shoulder season is your friend. Autumn or Spring. The weather is generally perfect, the crowds are thinner, and you might actually get a decent deal on accommodation. Peak season (summer) is hot, crowded, and expensive. Winter can be nice, but you might need a wetsuit for snorkelling. Honestly, I'm a fan of Spring. The sun just feels different then.
Best place to stay? Hostels? Camping? Fancy hotels?
Hostels are the backpacker standard. Cheap, social, and often very basic. Camping is a great option if you're on a tight budget (and brave enough to deal with the potential for mozzies). There ARE fancier options like apartments and beach houses, but you're getting into proper money territory. For the full experience, a hostel is the way to go. Embrace the dorm life. Embrace the communal kitchen. Embrace the questionable hygiene standards. It’s an adventure, I swear.
Any advice for dealing with the inevitable homesickness/travel blues?
It happens. You WILL miss home. You WILL feel isolated. You WILL question all your life choices at 3 am while staring at the ceiling in a sweaty hostel room. Embrace it. Call your mum. (Even if she’s going to lecture you). Read a book. Watch a terrible movie on your phone. Talk to other people. They’re probably feeling the same way. Remember why you’re there. Remember the beauty. Remember the turtle. It'll pass. And if it doesn’t, at least you're in a stunning place, right?
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