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Room facilities:Cutlery, Dishwasher, Fridge/Freezer, Hair Dryer, Hotplate, Ironing board, Microwave, No Smoking, Onsite Parking, Pots and Pans, Running water, Tea and Coffee, Television
General
Built with the perfect holiday in mind and located on the beachside of our Holiday Resort, are our four standalone beachside motel units. Fitted with quality furnishings, and all the essentials as well as a few extras to ensure you holiday in style. Each unit has its own balcony with a large ranch slider, to give you indoor/outdoor living. If all of that is not enough you are just seconds from the beach, no roads to cross, you can walk out your door and onto the white sandy beaches. Going to sleep you drift off to the sound of the roaring ocean.
With 2 separate bedrooms, one with a queen sized bed, and the second with a set of bunks: a double on the bottom, there is plenty of space for the family. A fully equipped kitchen including Nespresso coffee machine. A gorgeous bathroom with a great shower to wash away the salt and sand after a day spent on the stunning Waihi Beach. A heat pump/air conditioner means you can keep the room at the perfect temperature all year round. All linen, towels and pool towels are provided. These units now have Sky 50+.
Guests can use the range of 5 star facilities available, including guest laundry, playground, heated swimming pool and spa, gym and outdoor barbecues.
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Facilities
- Cutlery
- Fridge
- Hair Dryer
- Hotplate
- Ironing board
- Microwave
- No Smoking
- Onsite Parking
- Pots and Pans
- Running water
- Tea and Coffee
- Television
New Zealand
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek.
Sports and nature
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.Nightlife
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.Culture & history
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.Read more