After Mount Wellington we headed to St Ives Apartments. It appeared to be a regular city motel - multi-storey without individual entrances as you see in a regular countryside motel. They offered a reasonably priced continental breakfast which we bought and received straight away on check-in. The breakfast was of a kind which provided just enough energy to see you through till the morning tea.
Our room was quite spacious, but the windows were smallish. I glanced out of the window and noticed teenagers on the roof across the road drinking something, possibly illegal for their age. I looked at them, they looked at me. I kept a decent pause and then withdrew. Apart from the teenagers and distant mountains the major feature of the view was an apartment block where people went about their business oblivious to my attention like inhabitants of a fish tank.
There isn't anything else worth writing about that place. All in all, it was a no-frills, no-nonsense motel whose main advantage was its location: close to Salamanca historical district, the city centre and a bottle shop.
Our room was quite spacious, but the windows were smallish. I glanced out of the window and noticed teenagers on the roof across the road drinking something, possibly illegal for their age. I looked at them, they looked at me. I kept a decent pause and then withdrew. Apart from the teenagers and distant mountains the major feature of the view was an apartment block where people went about their business oblivious to my attention like inhabitants of a fish tank.
There isn't anything else worth writing about that place. All in all, it was a no-frills, no-nonsense motel whose main advantage was its location: close to Salamanca historical district, the city centre and a bottle shop.
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