Khancoban’s most convenient and well-appointed motor hotel. We’ve got a pub, a pool, and rooms for you and your mates. Come for the hospitality and stay for the meat raffle.
“There are two things I remember about this place. 1. The parmis, they had such an amazing selection: reg parmi, Italian parmi, Mexican parmi, Mexican parmi supreme, Greek parmi, biker’s parmi, summer parmi, dancer’s parmi, poolside parmi… the list goes on and on. If you’re a parmi fan you have to stop here. 2. The Pool. We’d come to Australia expecting to have a ton of pool/ocean/float time. Turns out this wasn’t the case, but when we got to Khancoban all our pool hopes and dreams became a reality, sure there were enough bugs floating around to provide protein to a small village, but we didn’t care. We swam and then basked in the golden light of the setting sun. Talk about a transcendent experience.”—Kyle von Hoetzendorff
“I’ve got a group of girls who come out to Khancoban every holiday for a bit of R&R. We stay in the Alpine Inn, have a few parmis and flirt with the bikers as they come through. It’s all innocent really, until it’s not! But a lady never tells. Also if it just stays innocent, we don’t mind because the bikers are just a bonus. We’ve come for the P&P as we call it: the parmis and the pool.”—Vera Capps