눉Other than for hikers, the location of the hotel is somewhat inconvenient and tricky to find. Were it not for the fact that we had a car with a satnav, we would probably still be looking for it. The rock-hard bed and pillows meant that we did not sleep well; the slanted ceiling that came low over our heads was psychologically disturbing; and the noisy floor in the otherwise extraordinarily quiet house was disconcerting. The presence of a small fridge in the room pleased us until we found that it wasn't switched on. And the absence of tea-making facilities in the room was, in our view, a fundamental omission. Ditto a full-length mirror. In spite of Ibone's promises that the breakfast would be as good as we could get anywhere, we thought it was dreadful and a complete waste of her time and our money. Her croissant was nice but the rest, including reconstituted orange juice, was not up to standard. We would have done much better to have gone into town and had breakfast at a patisserie. Like all too many European hotels, the Madarian has a higher star-rating than is warranted by Australian standards. To be fair though, the Madarian is not like most hotels so it's unkind to judge it as such. It's more like a B&B that's trying to become a hotel but is still prepubescent. There's an element of Faulty Towers about it but with a much more charming owner than Basil. One last thing: we were greatly disturbed when Ibone walked off with our passports and forced us to ask for them back. Ibone, that was naughty!
눇We liked the cheerful but somewhat absent-minded and amateurish owner Ibone. If prizes were to be handed out for hard work and enterprise though, Ibone would be a winner. Even though we could hardly understand each other, her infectious laugh was endearing. Her enthusiasm made up for numerous shortcomings. For all that, the hotel is relatively cheap and is thus good value for money.