Tasmanian Devil joke? Too obvious.
Crocodile Dundee reference? Too dated.
Direct acknowledgement of the fact that a hydro-pump station in Tasmania isn’t where you thought you’d be spending your next vacation?
Bingo...
Say g’day to Pumphouse Point, a majestic new hotel in a converted hydro-pump station in Tasmania (of all places), taking reservations now for a January 1 opening.
Some background: back in the 1930s, some Aussies built a five-story building for hydroelectric turbines out in the middle of Tasmania’s Lake St Clair.
Fast-forward to today: some other Aussies have converted said building into a 12-room hotel with floor-to-ceiling windows and easily the nicest furnishings ever furnished in a former hydroelectric dam. (See the slideshow here.)
Fast-forward to anytime after January 1: you find yourself in one of those rooms after a long day of trout fishing and canoe paddling. You head to the bar downstairs, which has an iPad-based “honor system” instead of an actual bartender (we assume you know your way around a wet bar).
A bright-eyed companion appears. You honorably procure two local whiskeys. The conversation turns to your earlier sightings of wallabies and wombats. Then the fact that you’re just two people on a semifloating hotel in the middle of a beautiful lake.
Then maybe just stop with the talking.
Crocodile Dundee reference? Too dated.
Direct acknowledgement of the fact that a hydro-pump station in Tasmania isn’t where you thought you’d be spending your next vacation?
Bingo...
Say g’day to Pumphouse Point, a majestic new hotel in a converted hydro-pump station in Tasmania (of all places), taking reservations now for a January 1 opening.
Some background: back in the 1930s, some Aussies built a five-story building for hydroelectric turbines out in the middle of Tasmania’s Lake St Clair.
Fast-forward to today: some other Aussies have converted said building into a 12-room hotel with floor-to-ceiling windows and easily the nicest furnishings ever furnished in a former hydroelectric dam. (See the slideshow here.)
Fast-forward to anytime after January 1: you find yourself in one of those rooms after a long day of trout fishing and canoe paddling. You head to the bar downstairs, which has an iPad-based “honor system” instead of an actual bartender (we assume you know your way around a wet bar).
A bright-eyed companion appears. You honorably procure two local whiskeys. The conversation turns to your earlier sightings of wallabies and wombats. Then the fact that you’re just two people on a semifloating hotel in the middle of a beautiful lake.
Then maybe just stop with the talking.
