Vasse's Hidden Gem: Ship Inn's Unforgettable Nightcap!
Vasse's Hidden Gem: Ship Inn's Unforgettable Nightcap! - A Rambling Review (and Why You NEED to Book)
Alright, folks, let's be real. Planning a getaway is tough. You're swamped with work, the kids are screaming, and the thought of another generic hotel room makes you want to curl up and cry. BUT… there's this place. This gem tucked away in Vasse (and trust me, finding it is the first little adventure), called the Ship Inn. They promise an "Unforgettable Nightcap." And well… I went. I survived. And I'm here to tell you all about it, with zero sugar-coating, because frankly, I'm still unpacking and haven't even thought about folding laundry.
First off, let's address the elephant in the room: accessibility. I’m not actually a wheelchair user or have any mobility issues. But I did poke around, ya know? The website says they have facilities for the disabled. They say it's wheelchair accessible. And from what I poked around, elevators, ramps, the whole shebang seem legit. The common areas looked good. I didn’t see any horrifyingly narrow doorways or anything that screamed “accessibility = afterthought”. (But, you know, call ahead to confirm for your specific needs. Don't blame me if something doesn't match your personal definition of accessible.)
Okay, onward! Let’s talk safety and cleanliness. I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so this stuff matters to me. They definitely seem to be taking COVID (and any other nasties) seriously. Anti-viral cleaning products are supposedly the norm (phew!), hand sanitizer stations are everywhere (like it’s raining Purell), and there’s a whole big thing about professional-grade sanitizing between stays. They even boasted about room sanitization opt-out available, which, honestly, is a nice touch. It’s nice to see the staff trained in safety protocol, so you don't get the feeling that the staff doesn't care about your well-being. Daily disinfection in common areas? Check. Cashless payment service? Check. Sanitized kitchen and tableware items? You betcha. Honestly, I felt safer here than I do at my own apartment. They even removed shared stationery, which, let's be honest, is a smart move in the age of… everything.
Now, the meat and potatoes: Dining, drinking, and snacking. This is where the Ship Inn really shines (and where I may have gained a few pounds. No regrets!). The bar is cozy, with a roaring fireplace – perfect for that aforementioned nightcap. They've got a poolside bar, which, I didn't get the chance to try, but it looked tempting, and, when you think about it, having a bottle of water at the ready, is a big, big, big win. The restaurants are pretty fab. They had Asian cuisine in the restaurant, a vegetarian restaurant, and even Western cuisine in the restaurant, which, I mostly stayed in. The a la carte in the restaurant menu offered a whole bunch of choices. I may have snuck into the coffee shop a few times, and the desserts in the restaurant? Oh, the desserts! I mean, I’m not a food critic, but the chocolate cake… pure decadence. The breakfast buffet was a solid start to the day (I'm a sucker for a good Western breakfast). And the coffee/tea in the restaurant was always plentiful. They also offer a breakfast takeaway service if you're in a rush. Plus, they have room service [24-hour]. Yes, you heard that right. 24/7. After that nightcap, this becomes an extra bonus, just saying. Happy hour was, well, happy. The poolside bar, even though I didn't get to try it, seemed to have a nice atmosphere and friendly staff.
And, since I was there for a bit, here's the messy, imperfect truth about what this place really offered:
My Unforgettable Nightcap (and the Unexpected Journey):
Let me tell you, the "Unforgettable Nightcap" they advertise? It’s not just some fancy cocktail. It's a vibe. It starts, naturally, with the bar. I ordered a (very strong) espresso martini – because, you know, I’m sophisticated – and settled in.
The atmosphere was perfect. Dim lighting, the crackle of the fire, and some low-key jazz. Nothing cheesy. Nothing pretentious. Just… comfortable.
Then, the magic started.
I met… people. Real people. Not just hotel guests. Locals, too. And that’s the kicker, right? It wasn’t just about a drink. It was about connection. I chatted with a travel blogger, grumbling over wifi (which, I’ll get to, is free Wi-Fi in all rooms!), a charming older couple who were celebrating their anniversary, and a surprisingly witty bartender who knew everything about the history of Vasse (and even gave me a secret tip about a hidden waterfall nearby… should go).
This isn't a "get-away-from-it-all" hotel, I wanted. It's something so much more, you get to be a part of a tiny slice of life, and that's what I, personally, loved. And that nightcap? Became… well, it became an evening. A memory.
Amenities and the Little Things:
Okay, let’s get practical. They’ve got your basic stuff:
- Rooms: Surprisingly spacious with air conditioning, if you’re like me, you're a sweaty mess. Blackout curtains (a godsend for lazy mornings) and a window that opens (I like to smell the outside). Free Wi-Fi, baby! Internet access – wireless worked perfectly. I’m a sucker for a comfy bed. I had a sofa, a seating area, a desk, and a cozy chair. The carpet was plush. I can’t complain.
- Services: Daily housekeeping was efficient. Luggage storage was handy. Laundry service was, well, essential, considering my packing skills.
- For the Kids: While I didn’t bring any miniature humans, they seemed pretty geared up with babysitting service and family/child friendly stuff in general. I think they have some sort of kids meal, too.
The "Meh" Stuff (Because No Place is Perfect):
- I didn't try the spa/sauna. I'm not really a spa person. But they have one, if you are.
- I think there’s a fitness center (did I see a glimpse of a treadmill?). I didn't go near it. Vacations are for NOT exercising.
- The pool with a view? Looked lovely, but I was too busy drinking espresso martinis.
- The car park [free of charge] was a bonus, although, I wouldn't mind seeing a car power charging station in the near future.
The Verdict:
Is the Ship Inn perfect? No. Is it a truly memorable experience? Absolutely. It wasn't just a hotel, it was an experience.
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- The chance to make memories, not just stay in a hotel room.
- Free Wi-Fi, because let's face it, we need it.
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- A place to be yourself.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn’t your shiny, perfectly-curated travel brochure. This is real life, Ship Inn Vasse style, and it’s going to get a little…rambly. Expect typos, emotional outbursts (mostly positive, fingers crossed), and enough tangents to make a squirrel dizzy. Buckle up, it will be an adventure.
Nightcap at The Ship Inn Vasse: My Messy, Glorious Weekend Escape
Friday: The Arrival (and the Pre-emptive Anxiety)
- 14:00: The Great Escape Begins! Okay, more like the "Escape from the To-Do List." I’m finally hitting the road. Driving down from Perth with the stress levels of a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Seriously, had to double-check I packed the damn toothbrush four times. Anxiety: 6/10.
- 17:00: Arrival at the Ship Inn. Oh. My. God. It’s…perfect. Well, almost. The parking situation is a bit of a nightmare (curse you tight streets!), but the exterior is charming. Old stone, ivy creeping up the walls… immediately, my shoulders drop a notch. The anxiety? Down to a 4/10. Hope.
- 17:30: Check-in. The reception guy is a sweetheart, though he sounds like he's swallowed a kazoo. He has a very friendly smile and a charming demeanor! My key card. Room number…wait, where's the elevator? Ugh. Stairs. My nemesis. But, onward!
- 17:45: ROOM! First impressions… A little on the small side but really, really cozy. Okay, I will take it! It's got that old-world charm. The bed looks comfy. The bathroom is not too small. The TV is modern. This is a win. The anxiety is almost gone, down to a 2/10.
- 18:00: Unpacking (and the existential dread of choosing which shoes to wear). Okay, so I packed way too much. Am I really going to wear those boots? Probably not. But the option is comforting, you know? Feels like I’m packing my whole world into the room. A little, messy, but absolutely perfect.
- 18:30: Pre-dinner G&T at the Ship Inn Bar. Found it! The bar has that vibe. Dark wood, low lighting, chatter, friendly. Ordered a local gin & tonic (obvs), and immediately start chatting with the older couple who are locals. They are telling stories, talking about their children, this is just what I need. Ah, the simple pleasures. Anxiety officially banished.
- 20:00: Dinner at the Ship Inn Restaurant. The food! Holy moly, the food. I went for the fish of the day, and it was…chef’s kiss. Seriously, the best meal I've had in ages. The service was impeccable. The wine pairings were spot-on. Am I dreaming? Am I in heaven? I've even forgotten my own name! Emotional rating: 9/10.
- 22:00: Stumbling back up the stairs to my room. Full, happy, and slightly tipsy. This whole weekend is going to be great.
Saturday: Adventures and the Perils of Over-Planning
- 08:00: Wake up. My alarm. I hate my alarm. That annoying 'tick-tock'. Hit snooze. Twice.
- 08:30: Okay, up. Breakfast. Included, thankfully. Pancakes, bacon…the works. Fueling up for a day of…well, I thought I had a plan. A rather ambitious plan, as it turns out.
- 09:30: The plan: Explore the nearby beaches! Me and the ocean! I'm so excited. I have a whole itinerary written out, detailing every cove and scenic viewpoint. This is what I call "going the extra mile".
- 10:30: Beach number one. Stunning. The sand is a little too soft for my liking, I almost sink, but the water! Crystal clear, turquoise, and…freezing. Okay, maybe I won't be doing a full swim. Just a paddle.
- 11:30: Beach number two. The waves pick-up, the wind is really something, and it's a bit of a hike to reach. I am quite exhausted.
- 12:30: Lunch. Found a little cafe. Great coffee.
- 14:30: Back at The Ship Inn. Decided. It's time to say goodbye to my plans. Exhausted, slightly sunburned, and realizing the ocean is beautiful, but not the be all and end all.
- 15:00: Nap. Glorious. The bed is calling.
- 17:00: Wandering around the shops and trying to find a present for my sister. A bit of a stressful situation.
- 18:00: Re-visited the Ship Inn bar. The couple are there! We had a chat about what we have done during the day. I just had no energy.
- 20:00: Dinner. Decided on the same thing I had last night. I loved it!. I think I might actually start crying. I'm so happy.
- 22:00: Back in my room, and feeling a little emotional. My sister. My family. I am content.
Sunday: The Farewell (and the bittersweet feeling of wanting more…)
- 08:00: Wake up. Alarm. Hate it. Can I stay?
- 08:30: Breakfast. The same delightful breakfast. And, again, I love it!
- 09:30: Check-out. The moment always comes way too fast. The receptionist is there.
- 10:00: One last walk around Vasse. One more look at the Ship Inn.
- 11:00: Back on the road. The drive back to the chaos of real life.
- 14:00: Back home. A mess. Tired. Overwhelmed.
- 15:00: Looking back. Okay, it wasn’t a perfect weekend. The itinerary was a joke. I probably spent too much time doing nothing. But that’s the beauty of it, right? The imperfections. The happy accidents. The Ship Inn, the food, the people. A bit of a mini-holiday.
- 16:00: I start to plan the next one.
Final Thoughts:
The Ship Inn Vasse. It’s not just a place to stay. It’s a feeling. It’s a warm hug, a good meal, a reminder to slow down and breathe. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Even with the stairs. Even with the parking. Because sometimes, the mess is the magic. And this weekend? Pure, messy, glorious magic. And that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me, me.
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Okay, so, like, what *IS* this thing even about? I clicked a link, and now... *gestures wildly* ...this.
Alright, fair question. Even *I* sometimes wonder that. Honestly? It's about everything and nothing. It's a chaotic, rambling collection of thoughts, observations, and probably a few existential crises disguised as FAQs. Think of it as a digital diary that's been left out in the rain, then stomped on a little. It's about you, me, the universe, and what happens if you leave a banana peel on the kitchen floor for too long. (Spoiler alert: it gets… slippery.)
Why is it so… unstructured? Is this some kind of *artistic* choice?
Ha! "Artistic choice." That's a *very* generous way of putting it. Look, I'm not exactly known for my organizational skills. It's more a symptom of… well, *life*. Things aren’t neat, are they? Stuff piles up, you get distracted by shiny objects (like, say, the allure of a perfectly worded sentence), and somehow you end up trying to explain quantum physics while simultaneously deciding what to have for dinner. So yeah, it's unstructured. Deal with it. Or don't, I'm not your boss.
Is there any actual *useful* information here? Or am I just wasting my time?
That’s the million-dollar question, isn't it? Honestly? Probably not. I mean, there *might* be a stray gem of wisdom buried in the rambling somewhere. Maybe a profound realization about the meaning of life, or perhaps just a really good recipe for mashed potatoes. But the odds are… well, let's just say I wouldn't bet the farm on it. Proceed with caution, and maybe grab a snack. You'll need the energy.
Okay, okay, so you're saying it's not particularly *helpful*. But is it… *honest*? Like, are you actually being real here?
Oh, honey, *I* am nothing if not brutally honest. Maybe *too* honest. Like, I once told a grocery store employee that their name tag was crooked, and I still cringe about it. (Sorry, Brenda!). So, yeah, expect a lot of unfiltered thoughts, embarrassing anecdotes, and the occasional rant disguised as a question. I’m laying it all on the line. The good, the bad, the ugly… and the time I accidentally wore mismatched socks to a formal event. True story. Don’t judge.
What about... relationships? Can we get into relationships? Like, how do you *feel* about connection in the modern age?
Ugh. Relationships. Okay, deep breaths. I'll be honest. I'm a mess when it comes to relationships. Used to be I’d rather lick a doorknob than go on a date. Then I had a *major* crush on a guy who loved me (I think!) for all of a week. Ended up driving him away with my overthinking and my tendency to accidentally quote obscure poetry in moments of extreme anxiety. It wasn't pretty.
The modern age is a minefield! There are so many choices, so many apps, so many opportunities to screw things up. The pressure to be perfect. The constant stream of comparison. Ugh. It’s exhausting! Ultimately, though? I think we crave connection. We yearn for it. Even if we pretend we don’t. But it is hard to maintain anything in this modern world. I'm trying. We're *all* trying, right? (Deep breath.)
Does this thing ever end? Are there any *actual* goals involved?
End? Goals? Are you trying to give me an existential panic attack? Look, I'd love to say there's some grand plan, some ultimate destination, some final, well-penned chapter. But… no. It's more like a meandering river. It flows where it flows, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, occasionally hitting a ridiculously large rock (metaphorically speaking, of course).
My only "goal" is to get through the day without leaving the house in mismatched shoes again. And maybe, just maybe, to make someone smile. If that happens, I'll consider it a victory. The river just keeps flowing. It's a mess. But I'm kind of enjoying the mess.
What causes anxiety?
Oh, anxiety. Where do I even *begin*? My brain could probably write a whole manual. (And probably *has* written a whole manual, in frantic, barely-legible handwriting.) The thing is, anxiety isn’t a single monster. It's a whole *army* of them, each whispering insidious things.
For *me*? It's a potent cocktail of things. The fear of failure is a big one, even though I know I make mistakes. Overthinking every. Single. Detail. Of every. Single. Social interaction. What if I said the wrong thing? What if they thought I was weird? What if I accidentally offended someone with my obsession with vintage teaspoons? See? I’m spiraling already.
And then there's the world out there! The news, the politics, the constant stream of bad news. It’s just too much, you know? It feels like the weight of the world is constantly crushing your shoulders.
Then, there's the *really* big one: the fear of not being good enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not worthy enough. It has a nasty habit of creeping in from nowhere.
Scenic Stays
