Sydney's BEST Backpacker? 790 George St. Will SHOCK You!
Sydney's BEST Backpacker? 790 George St. Will SHOCK You!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into Sydney's BEST Backpacker? 790 George St. Will SHOCK You! And let me tell you, "shock" is putting it mildly. Forget everything you think you know about grimy hostels and questionable mattresses. This place… this place actually surprised me. And not in the way you expect.
Let's get this straight: I'm not some fluffy travel blogger. I'm a REAL person, someone who’s lugged a backpack through more than a few questionable dumps disguised as “hostels.” So, when I say this place is good… well, you should probably listen.
First Impressions & The Big Accessibility Question (And It's Complicated!)
Okay, 790 George St. – the address alone feels promising, right? Prime city centre. Easy to get to, generally. And accessibility? This is where things get a little… messy. They CLAIM facilities for disabled guests, which is HUGE. Elevator? CHECK. But I didn't personally check the entire place for wheelchair access. So, I'd advise contacting them directly. Don't rely on me, the scatterbrained reviewer. Call them, quiz them! That's what I should have done, dammit.
The Pandemic, the Precautions, and the Weirdly Relaxing Vibe
Let's be real: we're living in a post-pandemic world. So, the cleanliness and safety stuff? It’s IMPORTANT. And 790 George St. nails it. I'm talking:
- Anti-viral Cleaning: They're spraying those rooms down. I saw it!
- Daily Disinfection: Common areas? Sparkling.
- Hand Sanitizer Everywhere: Seriously, you can’t escape it. Which is good.
- Staff Trained: They know their stuff… even if they get stressed sometimes. (More on that later.)
- Room Sanitization Opt-Out: (If you really want to live on the edge, I guess!)
- Individually Wrapped Food Options: Breakfast, snacks, the works. No communal buffet germs.
- Physical Distancing: They try. It's a backpacker hostel, you know? People huddle like penguins.
The Food, Glorious Food… (and The Morning After Buffet Blues)
Okay, let's talk sustenance! They've got restaurants. They've got a bar. They've got a… well, a lot.
- Asian Breakfast? Yes. (I tried it; solid.)
- International Cuisine? You betcha.
- Poolside Bar? Tempting, right? I didn't indulge. Woe is me!
- Breakfast Buffet? Ah, the holy grail. It's decent. Not Michelin-star quality, but you're not going to starve.
- Coffee Shop/Coffee/Tea in the Restaurant: Crucial. I need my caffeine.
- Restaurant, Room service [24-Hour]: Perfect, for that midnight/3 AM snack.
- Desserts/Salad/Soup in Restaurant: The choices are there!
- Vegetarian Restaurant? Awesome!
- Happy Hour: Essential. Fact.
My Biggest Revelation: The Pool with a View
Okay, I'm going to gush. This is the bit that shocked me. There’s a rooftop pool. And the view? Sydney Harbour. The freaking Opera House. It’s breathtaking. Like, legitimately made me say "Woah" out loud. I spent a solid two hours just bobbing around, sipping a (probably overpriced) cocktail, and watching the city come alive.
BUT..: It's a BACKPACKERS hostel. Don't expect pristine, quiet luxury. The pool area can get crowded. There are groups of (mostly) young people doing, well, backpacker things. But it was still a slice of paradise. It really was.
The Rest of the Perks (and The Occasional Hiccup)
- Internet: Free Wi-Fi in rooms? YES! Fast? Sometimes. Look, it’s a hostel, not a NASA data center.
- Laundry and Dry Cleaning: A godsend after a sweaty hike.
- Luggage Storage: Essential. Because you’ll be roaming.
- Concierge: Super helpful. They sorted out my train tickets. Genius.
- Air Conditioning: Yes! Thank the heavens.
- Rooms/Amenities: They were clean, and yes, there are lots of things like a mini bar, safe box etc.
The Quirks (Because Nothing’s Perfect)
- The Staff (Love Them, But…): The staff are generally amazing, but they're busy. Honestly, they’re running around, putting out fires, and trying to herd cats (aka backpackers). Sometimes I felt a little bad for them.
- The Noise: Being in the city that never sleeps can get loud. Earplugs essential!
- The “Shared” Bathroom Experience: (If you are in a shared room) Let's just say not everyone adheres to the same hygiene standards. Bring your own flip-flops.
- The Randomness: You'll meet some characters. Embrace it. Or, you know, hide in your room.
My Final Verdict – Will SHOCK You!
Is 790 George St. perfect? No. Is it flawless? Absolutely not. But it’s a darned good backpacker hostel. It's safe. It's clean (mostly). It's well-located. And that pool… seriously. That pool. Plus, it’s got a surprisingly decent vibe.
So, Here's My Honest-to-Goodness Offer (and Why You Should Book Now!)
Tired of the same old boring hostels? Want an experience that's both exciting and safe? Book your stay at 790 George St. TODAY!
Here's what you get:
- An unforgettable Sydney experience: Be in the heart of the city, with easy access to everything!
- A pool that will blow your mind: Swim with views that are post-card worthy.
- Clean, safe, and surprisingly comfortable rooms.
- The potential to meet some amazing people (or at least hear their stories!): Because hey, that is part of the travel experience!
- And… if you book TODAY, you get a FREE happy hour cocktail coupon at the pool bar! (Because, you know, you deserve it.)
Don't wait! Sydney's calling. 790 George St. is waiting. Book your adventure NOW, and prepare to be… pleasantly shocked. (Yes, I'm using their tagline. Sue me!) And remember: pack your swimwear. You'll need it.
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Okay, buckle up, Buttercup. We're about to dive headfirst into my potential (and probably slightly disastrous) Sydney adventure. This is less a meticulously planned trip and more a stream-of-consciousness vomit of excitement, anxiety, and the desperate hope that I don't end up sleeping in a park. Here we go…
Sydney, I'm (Potentially) Coming for You! - A Backpackers' Battle Plan (Or Lack Thereof)
Accommodation: 790 on George Backpackers - I Hope It's Not Actually Haunted
- The Premise: Land in Sydney. Survive the jet lag. Find hostel. Pray for a bed that isn't occupied by a snoring Viking. 790 on George. Heard it's… well, a backpackers. That's the goal anyway.
- My Hope: That I don't get stuck in a room with someone who considers "personal hygiene" a vague suggestion. Also, a decent hot shower would be a godsend.
Day 1: The Great Arrival (and Possible Meltdown)
- Morning (or What Passes for Morning After 20 Hours of Flying): Land at Sydney Airport. Breathe. Try not to hyperventilate. Locate the train. The train! This could go terribly wrong.
- Afternoon: Check into 790 on George (fingers crossed). Dump backpack (and the emotional baggage I've been carrying for, like, ever). Explore the immediate area. Walk around, maybe find a coffee and a bit of food.
- Evening: Actually try to find the hostel. Oh my god, what if I get lost? Okay, breathe. Get a beer, maybe socialize a little (okay, a lot of little). Avoid eye contact with any strangers and try to find a friend.
Day 2: Bondi Beach Blowout (or, Can I Actually Swim?)
- Morning: Wake up or let the jet lag wake me up, either way, I plan on getting myself to Bondi Beach.
- Lunch: Fish and chips. Gotta do it. Probably too much tartar sauce.
- Afternoon: The iconic Bondi. Sun, sand, surf! Maybe take a surfing lesson. Yeah, right. I'll probably just fall on my face and get eaten by a rogue wave. But hey, at least I'll be stylishly embarrassed. And get some pics.
- Evening: Watch the sunset (hopefully). Get some dinner and maybe some more beers.
Day 3: Harbour Happenings (and the Opera House Obsession)
- Morning: Take the ferry to Circular Quay. Holy crap, the Sydney Opera House. It's so… iconic! Take a million photos. Post them all. #SydneyAdventures #OperaHouseGoals #TotallyNotObsessed. Seriously, though, I'm already feeling overwhelmed.
- Lunch: Find food near the Harbour - trying anything.
- Afternoon: Walk across the Harbour Bridge (assuming I don't get vertigo halfway across). The Harbour Bridge climb is a huge tourist trap.
- Evening: Explore The Rocks. Oh, the stories those cobblestone streets could tell. Find a pub with live music. Hopefully, the music isn't terrible.
- Evening again: Some drinks, some chats, some sleep, maybe even some late-night snacks.
Day 4: Culture Crash Course (aka, The Museums Are My Friend)
- Morning: Visit the Art Gallery of NSW or the Museum of Contemporary Art. Okay, culture time. I probably won't "get" half of it, but at least I can pretend to be cultured.
- Afternoon: Hyde Park! Relaxing? No? Well, hopefully, it is.
- Evening: Find a restaurant I can afford. Probably some form of pasta. Maybe some more beers.
Day 5: Day Trip Dilemmas (Blue Mountains or Bust)
- Morning: This is the big one. Consider a day trip to the Blue Mountains. Gorgeous scenery, supposedly. But also hiking. Hiking. I am not a hiker. I'm a "sit-on-a-couch-and-eat-chips" kind of person.
- Afternoon: Spend enough time hiking.
- Evening: Get back to Sydney. Collapse. Order pizza. Repeat.
Day 6: Manly Beach Mayhem (and Ferry Fantasies)
- Morning: Take the ferry to Manly Beach. Manly! Beach! More beaches! I'm starting to think Sydney is just one giant beach party.
- Afternoon: Stroll along the Corso. Check out the shops. Try my luck in the water.
- Evening: Dinner and a few drinks. Relax and feel the stress of traveling leaving me.
Day 7: Glebe and Goodbye (and the Existential Dread of Leaving!)
- Morning: Wander through Glebe Markets. See if I can find any cool or expensive stuff.
- Afternoon: Hit up some local coffee shops. Look back at the week, see if I would have done anything else.
- Evening: Pack up. Have a final meal and drinks. Face the fact that I have to leave this place. Think about all the things I didn't do. Stare at my backpack. Wonder if I'll ever unpack it. Sigh. Board the plane. And start planning the next adventure.
- Thoughts: This itinerary is incredibly optimistic. Realistically, I'll probably spend half the time lost, the other half eating something fried, and the rest oscillating between overwhelming joy and crippling anxiety. I will probably forget half the things on the list. The real question is: will I survive? (Probably. Probably with a hefty dose of ibuprofen.) But hey, that's the adventure, right? Now, bring on the chaos!
So, is this place *actually* good? Or is it a total dumpster fire?
Okay, okay, deep breath. Let me be real – it's… complicated. The name "BEST" is ambitious, bordering on delusional. "Potentially Cheap and You Might Survive" feels more accurate. There are days you'll wake up thinking, "This place is a chaotic, beautiful mess!" and days when you'll want to set your alarm clock on fire and run screaming into the night. It's the quintessential Aussie experience: a bit rough around the edges but ultimately, unforgettable. (In both good and possibly bad ways).
What's the deal with the rooms? Are we talking luxury or something closer to a prison cell?
Right, the rooms. Picture this: cramped. Very, very… cozy. Think shared dorms packed tighter than a tin of sardines. I'm talking bunk beds that whisper menacingly in the night, ready to collapse at the slightest nudge. My first night? Let's just say I spent a good hour meticulously analyzing the structural integrity of my top bunk. Spoiler: I survived. Mostly. But it's not the Ritz. It's functional. It's a place to crash. It's where you develop an intimate (and slightly terrifying) relationship with the guy snoring three feet away. Pro-tip: Earplugs. Get them. Seriously.
Okay, tell me about the kitchen situation... because I heard it was a bloody disaster.
The kitchen. Ah, the kitchen. It's a battleground. A culinary cage match. You've got people vying for stove space, aggressive toast-making competitions, and the constant, underlying aroma of… well, various international cuisines simmering simultaneously. And let me tell you, the fridge? A biohazard waiting to happen. I once saw a Tupperware container in there that looked like it predated dinosaurs. But hey, sometimes, amidst the chaos, you stumble upon a shared meal and develop a camaraderie that's purely magical. It's messy, it's unpredictable, but it's also where you meet the craziest, most wonderful people.
The staff... are they helpful, friendly, and the kind of people you want to become instant best friends with?
Well, let's just say it varies. You've got some absolute gems, the kind souls who'll bend over backward to help you, and then you've got… others. Some are clearly seasoned veterans of dealing with sleep-deprived backpackers and have developed a stoic, seen-it-all attitude. Others… well, they might be a little too enthusiastic about their power trip. But hey, that's life, right? Don't expect 5-star hotel service, but generally, they're doing their best in a high-pressure environment. Patience is a virtue, my friend, and an essential skill for surviving here. They're all human, just like us, and that's okay.
Location, location, location! Is it even easy to get around?
Oh, the location is its saving grace! Right in the heart of things. You're practically tripping over all the main transport points, shops, and things to do in the city. Trains, buses, you name it, it's all a short walk away. However… get ready for the noise! George Street is a busy thoroughfare, so expect a constant hum of traffic, sirens, and the general urban symphony that never sleeps. But hey, you're in SYDNEY! Embrace the chaos. And invest in some good earplugs for the nights, the earlier you can the better.
Let us talk about the social scene? Are you gonna meet anyone cool here?
This is where it *shines*, baby! The social scene is what makes or breaks the experience. And it definitely makes this place! You will meet so many people from all over the world, all united by the common goals of cheap accommodation, and a desire to explore. I met so many amazing people, one of whom is now one of my best friends. Some can get a bit rowdy at night, but the common areas always seemed to be buzzing. This is a hostel, you are bound to meet and connect with amazing people. Go on the outings, join the gatherings and make the most of it.
Did you *actually* enjoy your time there? Give it to me straight.
Okay, deep breath again. The truth? Yeah, I did. Against all odds, and despite the questionable smells, the bunk beds that threatened to kill me, and the fridge horror show, I *loved* it. It's not for the faint of heart. It's definitely not luxury. But it's an experience. It's real. It's messy. It's where you bond with people over shared misery (and cheap beer). And if you're up for an adventure… a slightly chaotic, potentially smelly, but ultimately unforgettable adventure… then yeah, give it a shot. Just pack your earplugs, your sense of humour, and maybe some industrial-strength hand sanitiser. You'll thank me later.
What would you say is the one thing that truly stood out during your stay?
Okay, so I've got to be honest: The time I woke up to a gecko crawling across my face... it was...memorable. But beyond the unexpected wildlife encounters, it was the *people*. I cannot stress this enough. I met people from every corner of the globe, all with vastly different stories, all sharing a single space. We swapped travel tales, shared cheap meals, and commiserated over dodgy coffee. We went exploring together. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. Those connections, forged amidst the chaos of 790 George St, are what I'll remember most. It's not about the fancy amenities; it's about the people you share it with. This place ISN'T perfect, but it's uniquely, gloriously human.
What is the best thing you can tell those considering staying at Sydney's Best Backpacker?
Embrace the madness! Seriously, go in with low expectations, a sense of adventure and an open mind. Be ready to laugh at the bad stuff, appreciate the good stuff, and make memories that will last a lifetime. Don't expect perfection. Expect to be challenged. Expect to be changed. And most of all, expect to have a story to tell. Also, bringHotel Near Airport
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