My last breakfast at the hostel in the communal kitchen. A total of 50 odd backpackers and not enough stools and once again I was secretly pleased no one offered me theirs as it means a) they think I am still of an age where I am capable of juggling a mug of tea and eating an omelette with no knife and fork without needing to sit or b) they just couldn’t give a shit (more likely) !!!!
I have noticed a great part of young backpackers conversations revolve around 3 topics 1) how much they’ve drunk the night before and OMG I hope my mum doesn’t see the picture of me on Facebook sprawled out naked with two bananas in each ear and a cigarette in each nostril (believe me youth of today, we mothers have been there, done it and got the t-shirt – it’s not such a big deal) or 2) how their bowel movements are either squigdy or downright loose (neither of which I find particularly appealing at 8am and 3) where they’ve been, where they’re going and each party proclaiming to either have climbed Everest naked or swum the Pacific Ocean and fought off at least 1500 sharks and not a bite in sight. I will secretly miss all that – Goodbye hostel 🙂
Flight from Delhi to Mumbai once again with Air India and Dani and I sandwiched on a 3 seater with 4 people. I love that……moving swiftly onwards….
Apart from the spelling, of hostel and hotel I am not noticing a great deal of difference in the two. I must admit I haven’t seen any rodent bait traps outside each door in our new residence and we do have a kettle inside the room, which relieves me of my tea making duties throughout the night in the corridor as I struggled with hostel insomnia.
As yet we have only seen the night markets in Mumbai where my claim “I’m definitely not buying anything today” resulted in a rather nice compass (unfortunately instill needed google maps to get back to the hotel) and a top in size 18 where the man told me it would fit me perfectly- slightly offensive but only 4 euros – so took that with a pinch of salt☺️
However the noise remains the same and once again I find myself wondering how I shall fill the hours till dawn without succumbing to becoming a discontented complaining old bat – ok kettle here I come…….👵🏻
…would love to see a picture of Dani’s face sitting on that 3 seater