Shoes Lost At Sea
Trip Start Sep 17, 2006
244Trip End Dec 23, 2008
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I manage to get myself in more bother this morning by losing a shoe to the sea. I’m wandering down next to the ocean and let my feet soak up the oncoming waves. Just at the wrong moment my right flip-flop slips off, before I can turn my head its eight feet away and drifting fast towards the open sea! I thought for a moment about chasing it then sensibly opted not to. I certainly didn’t fancy walking back down the street in one shoe, so I tossed the remaining flip-flop into the sea
The Deauville Hostel and Crewhouse in Fort Lauderdale is a budget motel/hostel about a block from the northern beaches of Fort Lauderdale. It’s managed by two guys who made me feel very welcome, on checking in I was given a tour of the facilities, then shown to my room, where I was introduced to a roommate. This roommate was Aaron, an American lad in his early twenties. To me he looked like he’d just got out of prison, shaved head and a rather large frame. I was allocated the bunk bed above him, and quickly threw my stuff up there.
I think owners of hostels could improve their business success by separating those guests from abroad (typically fairly intelligent traveller types) and domestic guests (typically too poor to afford a room anywhere). It’s not that I’m being snobbish, but people get along best when they have similar interests, ambitions and life styles. I’m tolerant and I believe understanding enough to cope in these situations, but there will be some backpackers who struggle to enjoy being with such a variety of people.