Guest house

Well, to be honest, I think only with Alistair's experience in hospitality and F&B on the hotel side has kinda given us the confidence.

Uh, there was an opportunity to buy, uh, a hotel called Victoria Square Guest House.

Mm-hmm.

Um, it's got a restaurant with a bridge.

It seems like Lucky Brooks had a little bit of support.

I wanted to touch on Streisand here, who we saw the market be a little bit around Guesthouse, off a bit of that Blue Diamond slipper form.

Obviously, they were completely wrong in hindsight, but...

I do think you're going to get a better price about Streisand today than $5.

How's he come back ahead of his first up assignment?

I reckon he's super.

I think as a two-year-old, comparing to Guesthouse, he was always far more immature in the flat weather.

He's really popped up and grown.

It's the principle of the matter.

Anyway, so I was walking away from there, stopped by to talk to them, and I found this one place called Kevin's Guesthouse.

Now, Kevin's Guesthouse is right beside one of the medical universities.

The idea behind Kevin's Guesthouse, and as I would find out, part of their charter, is to help people in need who have family members at the ICU.

So I go on up there.

I'm like, well, it says on Google reviews and stuff like that that no one's turned away.

I'll miss it since it's a weekend thing, but it's good to know it's there.

I stop at a small cafe run out of a hanok called Jianmeng Cafe and Guesthouse.

I have an iced Americano, about 4,001, and sit in the courtyard, listening to the cicadas in the mulberry trees.

The summer sound is so loud, it's almost a wall.

I walk back through the quiet streets, past the Amos Folk Center, now dark, and the Pazirian Village, where a dog barks at the moon.

My guest house is a modest place, the Bakula Anangfu Basra Shore House, about 2,800 New Taiwan Dollars a night, and the owner has left a pot of Gong Fu Cha on the table, a small kindness.

I pour myself a cup, sit on the porch, and listen to the crickets.

Tomorrow, I'll check the weather for the whale-watching rebooking, But for now, the sea is calm, the moon is rising, and Cheonggong feels like a place that keeps its promises.

Once I'd succeeded with the Wilsons, I realized my love was so little, I knew I could do it." At about 5:15 PM, he ran from the bungalow, and after calmly buying two cans of lager in the local shop, claimed later that he there and then formulated a plan to kill again in about a week's time, and subsequently looked for suitable detached houses for other killings, saying he wanted to carry on as much as possible.

Mitchell then made his way to the Bosmere Guest House in Norwich Road in Ipswich, paying 15 pounds in cash for a room for a single night.

But by 5:45 AM on Tuesday the 13th of December, he had left the guest house and made his way back to Bramford, where a number of people saw him in the areas of Papermill Lane, close to the village shop, and River Hill, where two witnesses who saw him, and he isn't hard to miss, having a serpent and skull tattooed on his face, separately described him as smiling unnaturally or having a silly smirk on his face.

During the morning of 14th of December, while considerable police activity was centered on the Wilsons' bungalow, Mitchell was again seen nearby by a number of people, at about 7:15 AM in Whitton Layers, then about 8:30 AM seen walking from there, but he was back there between 10:00 and 10:15 AM, and then 10 minutes later, he was back in Papermill Lane, where one witness saw him loitering near her home as she left, and found that when she'd returned, the house had been burgled, and 60 pounds in cash had been stolen.

A local resident who had known Mitchell since early school days, when she heard news of the killings, considered the fact that she had seen him on the 13th of December in Bramford with this silly smirk on his face, as she described, worth reporting to the police, and her statement was taken on the 14th of December, one of the first to have been in the murder inquiry.

At about 12:00 noon that day, Mitchell had called at the Beeches Guest House in Ipswich, but found them to have no vacancies, and so had returned to the Bosmere Hotel, where he again paid for a single room for the night.

On the 15th of December, Detective Constable Paul Royal and another officer called on Robert Mitchell at 11 Acton Road, where they took a written statement from him, which showed that Jason Mitchell had come straight to his father's home after leaving Easton House on the night of the 9th of December, and that father and son had spent the weekend together.

Robert claimed that his son had left the home at around noon on Monday the 12th, saying that he was returning to Easton House, and that was the last he'd seen of him.

And actually Sofyan's a bit of a legend in these parts.

People like Guesthouse and hotels know him because he's obviously won it three times.

He's been through so many times that the people actually know him.

So he knows the people at the hotel in Narin.