Byron Bay

We went to another backpackers called "Aquarius" which was much strategically positioned near the shops.  Aquarius promised a bathroom and kitchenette but we found that the kitchen consisted of a few cupboards, a sink and an overhead fan for a hob that wasn't actually there.  Not really a kitchenette then.  More of a "ki", really.
 
Our bedroom was off an 8-bed dorm room with whom we shared our bathroom.  We weren't too happy about this as we were painfully aware of the Law Of Shared Bathrooms:
 
THE LAW OF SHARED BATHROOMS:
"You will really feel the need to shit at PRECISELY THE SAME TIME everyone else decides to have showers.  The girls may feel a need to shave their legs.”
 
The room also came equipped with regulation hostel-standard pillows, in that you could spit through them. (I wouldn't recommend it; you get phlegm in your hair.)  As Caro put it, "My FLEECE is thicker than these bloody pillows!"  But still, it was better than the Arts Factory and we slept like logs.