Apr 06, 2010
Where I stayed
Sunrise Beach Hostel
The following morning involved picking up a couple of boards, diving into some pretty violent waves and getting flung out the other side with water coming out of our mouths, noses, ears and other crevices that should not be filled with water
. We got up a couple of times and Phil, who had never surfed before loved every second. After about 5 hours of 'surfing' the waves got more and more powerful and we got more and more sunburnt, so we called it a day and went in search of a desperately needed cold shower. We soon discovered that our hostel had no water at all due to a power cut elsewhere in the area, so we decided to go on another sweaty hike to the supermarket instead. Having found everything we needed to make fajitas at a bargain price and all starving hungry, we walked back down the hill to the hostel when a huge bolt of lightning lit up the sky and the power in the entire town went off. This is exactly what you need when you're smelly and need a shower and hungry with bags of shopping to get stuck into. Standing in the kitchen cooking by candle light and torches with no water and a pile of dirty saucepans that some other people had already used, we did however manage to rustle up some seriously good food. We were also rejoicing, having used every single pot, pan, plate and piece of cutlery that we could find, that at least we didn't have to do the washing up and decided that we would do a runner in the morning without doing it to make up for not being able to have a wash all evening. Needless to say that just as we finished eating the lights and water came back on. We decided to plead ignorance regarding the water situation and rather than cleaning an extremely dirty kitchen went to finish the evening off back down at the beach with some live reggae music and a few more Victorias instead.
P.S Just in case anyone reading this thinks we have turned into complete hostel scumbags, we couldn't go through with doing a runner the next morning and did clean up the kitchen.
After finding a great hostel right near the beach with a big kitchen, living room and balcony, the four of us went down to the sea to check out the sweet left and right breaks (no, we don't know what they are either, but the two aussies in our hostel knew what they were on about). We found a place to hire a board for the next day, saw a tiny turtle climbing out of the surf onto the beach and had a beer at the pier bar right on the sand. Making the most of the kitchen at our place, we went in search of a supermarket and bought ingredients for an old favourite...spag bol. After dinner we sat around and watched some good british comedy...some of which needed explaining to the aussies, but it seemed to go down well nonetheless. A real taste of home in this hostel and good company too so it turned out to be a really nice, chilled evening.