Day 10: Day of Rest
With bleary eyes, I'm woken up by Jen and Ruth getting ready to leave. The taxi turned up ten minutes ago and all-in-all, it sounded like a pretty good excuse to have a day off and I catch up with a bit of blogging and photo editing.
A nicely chilled day - the Hostel is definitely feeling like a home from home, largely thanks to a speedy Internet connection (and therefore also fresh Family Guy episodes). I guess there has been a subtle change of social graces at hostels across the world, where travellers are now often found huddled around laptops in the communal areas. In the evening, between his circus practice, (Mauro the video-cameraman is now the best juggler out of them all), he starts his informal documentary. Seedily, he keeps referring to this as his 'private tape', which mostly consists of Jo, the natural clown, arsing around hilariously for the camera.
The latest in Circus fashion: Frogsocks
As wine is being drunk by the bottle, from the bottle - the girls flip between topics that has them in fits of laughter and giggles (often beyond my comprehension) and also discuss improving the show, "These kids might see the Circus once in a lifetime, so it'd be nice if it wasn't shit". With the political backdrop, it's easy to forget that they're performers at heart and it's impressive to see they can take their act as seriously as their more serious dialogue.
Meanwhile, I have been banned from the Faisal for cavorting with the guests there despite the fact I'm staying at the rival Palm Hostel next door, and discover a steady influx of familiar faces that have moved too. Discussing how shit the Faisal is compared to the Palm Hostel is an easy starter conversation. Later in the evening, I find that coincidentally, Klaus has also made the move. Nothing like a friendly-neighbourhood stalker.
A nicely chilled day - the Hostel is definitely feeling like a home from home, largely thanks to a speedy Internet connection (and therefore also fresh Family Guy episodes). I guess there has been a subtle change of social graces at hostels across the world, where travellers are now often found huddled around laptops in the communal areas. In the evening, between his circus practice, (Mauro the video-cameraman is now the best juggler out of them all), he starts his informal documentary. Seedily, he keeps referring to this as his 'private tape', which mostly consists of Jo, the natural clown, arsing around hilariously for the camera.
The latest in Circus fashion: Frogsocks
As wine is being drunk by the bottle, from the bottle - the girls flip between topics that has them in fits of laughter and giggles (often beyond my comprehension) and also discuss improving the show, "These kids might see the Circus once in a lifetime, so it'd be nice if it wasn't shit". With the political backdrop, it's easy to forget that they're performers at heart and it's impressive to see they can take their act as seriously as their more serious dialogue.
Meanwhile, I have been banned from the Faisal for cavorting with the guests there despite the fact I'm staying at the rival Palm Hostel next door, and discover a steady influx of familiar faces that have moved too. Discussing how shit the Faisal is compared to the Palm Hostel is an easy starter conversation. Later in the evening, I find that coincidentally, Klaus has also made the move. Nothing like a friendly-neighbourhood stalker.
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