In case it's slipped anybody by, I'm working three hours a day at my hostel in exchange for a free bed. The owners is a couple, Shane and Asha with Jack at three and Curtis the toddler plus Woody the dog.
We've already settled into a very nice routine, Paul from France, Madeleine from Sweden and me, being the willing workers, getting up at 7-7.30 unlocking doors and checking that no one has used up all the loo paper during the night or made themselves sandwiches all over the kitchen. Then we go for a brisk morning walk, speed set by Madelien, who's very determined to get in shape.
Then we have kitchen and bath room and guest rooms to clean, beds to make and laundry to do and hang. Last couple of days we've been painting the fence of the sun deck (and ourselves) as well.
Then we've determined that it\s the wwoofer's duty to toast themselves on sunny days, because girls in bikinis will attract more costumers. Or maybe go canoing or swimming in the river depending on Shane's daily plan for entertainment. If it's raining we read and write and occupy ourselves on the internet. Paul actually does some real computer-fixer-thingies work during the day.
Evenings are occupied by general silliness, and ensuring guests feel welcome by encouraging sharing of travel stories as well as making communial pancakes.
Things are pretty good around here, despite the unemployment situation. Who needs money anyway, if they rather can be happy?
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