Sep 28, 2011
I really need a detox. Maybe tomorrow.
Following a day of recovery, followed by another day of recovery for the night after the day of recovery, I find myself working in the Surfing Donkey Hostel. The hostel is the brainchild of an American merchant banker who happens to own a few establishments down in Nicaragua. My friend Cat just happens to be the manager. Mates rates for working a few hours behind the desk. It also gives me a small in site into the hostel world, as I'm becoming more and more interested in setting up one myself at some point in the future. The more places I travel to, the more I get the idea for how a hostel should actually be. In a few years time I'll have the perfect gaff with a cinema, swimming pool, rocking chairs, hammocks, roof top bar, giant Jenga and a brothel.