Surfside Bondi Beach Backpackers
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hostel rated in the past?
Travelers also recommend:
TravelPod Member ReviewsSurfside Bondi Beach Backpackers
This was the best organised backpackers that we have stayed at so far in Australia. It also had a nice character to it. Although they bump the price by $3 each by charging you for making the beds they do give you 45 minutes of internet access too. You just don't have a choice whether you want it or not.
I was pretty annoyed that the manager decided to charge the balance of my stay to my credit card and charge me a surcharge for doing so. This was before I had even arrived! If it hadn't been for this I might have given 5 stars.
This review is the subjective opinion of a TravelPod member and not of TravelPod.com.
TripAdvisor Reviews Surfside Bondi Beach Backpackers
Travel Blogs from Bondi
... up to Skype Kaaaaaaate then she and I went for a run around Mrs Macquaries point. I was the Kenyan pace setter in a bid to try and beat the fat Kit Kat eater from Sophie's work's supposed 1mile record time. I could barely walk down the stairs so it certainly wasn't going to be a sprint session. We started well and Sophie didn't push me in the water which was good. She did do a great job at running up the undulating terrain though especially on jet lag. On the ...
... and then listened to two artists - the first being a reggae outfit called "One Love Band" (don't you just loooooove reggae) who, amongst other things did a very rock-steady reggae version of Sandy Shaw's "Puppet on a string"; then we went to hear Jim Brooksbank on the piano, with the highlight being the audience participation during the falsetto section of Del Shannon's "Runaway" - "Why why why why why, she ran away" - myself and Ali ...
As an habitual "over packer" I usually subscribe to the theory that if you can fit it into the bag, it has a right to be there. In truth, this is actually a retrospective motto, one I've constructed to justify my constant "last minute-open the case-sweep the majority of my wardrobe into the largest bag I can find" strategy. As you can imagine this results in me lugging what turns out to be a whole heap of unneeded articles of clothing. Dresses and skirts, boots ...