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The Bronte Express Sisters Do A Double Take On Hotel Booking by Duncan Horscroft I


t pays to be extra careful when booking accommodation and it also requires a bit of common sense once you have done so. Take the instance of the two Bronte sisters - no not Emily and Charlotte - who on a recent trip to Melbourne decided a trip to the Surf Coast and an overnight stay at Torquay would be nice. Sister A thought it would be smart to book in advance through the internet, an easy thing to do in this modern age. And it’s also seemingly easy enough to pay by credit card in advance and receive a refer- ence number for the transaction, which they assumed was the only reference they needed. Done deal? No way! After treating themselves to a nice new Audi hire car to do the 90 minute journey from Melbourne in style, the sister act finally found themselves in Torquay all dressed up with no place to go.


"Excuse me could you tell me how to get to the Gleneagles Hotel," Sister B inquired of one of the locals.


"Never bloody heard of it,'' came the reply from one be- mused local.


It was a reply that reverber- ated through the rest of the surf- ing village as one person after another was confronted by this pair who were, by this time, in a muck lather. Okay.


After a frantic call to the poor husband who was left to fend for himself in Sydney, it was time for Operation Internet to go into action.


"No problem girls, this shouldn’t take too long. More than happy to help,'' the spouse said as he waded through the empty pizza boxes and beer cartons.


"Now which pile of dirty clothes is that computer hiding under?"


After about five minutes of surf- ing the net the alarm bells started to ring.


There was only a couple of Geneagles Hotels listed in Torquay.


TORQUAY, DEVON, UK!!! "Ah, girls, are you sure you've got the right country?" hubbie said in between gut-wrenching laughter.


"C'mon, how silly do you think we are," came the reply. "Well we won't go there right now, but the only reference to that particular hotel is in England, dear. Didn't you get the bloody phone number and address?" said hubbie as the mobile phone went dead at the other end. A couple of minutes later the phone goes again with a very quiet Sister A on the other end. "I just rang the company that we booked the hotel through and they were wondering why we hadn't arrived in England yet...!"


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