(For the 30th time) “We awoke” this morning at 10am but decided it was time to lounge around in bed instead of getting up. Today was the day we were dreading for so long: laundry day!
An awkward silence entered the room as two of the hostel workers came in to clean the room. For two minutes one of them hoovered the room as I was under the covers anticipating an outburst of laughter coming from Conor as usually he can’t handle awkward silences such as these. We overhead the hostel owner giving out to the other backpackers for the smell of marijuana from the abandoned bus, from looking at their faces we knew they didn’t regret it one bit.
After this we walked with our dirty, smelly laundry bags in hand towards the town of Nelson. We had a quick stop to make along the way, breakfast. We all ordered big English breakfast with smoothie’s on the side. It was a great way to start laundry day! After this we got the taxi to Bubbles, the place where we would spend the next three hours of our lives. When we got there we needed three things: loose change, detergent and a toilet for me. A long walk was needed to the nearest shop and toilet. We returned to the launderette and washed everything we had no matter how many washes it took. I even washed my shoes to get rid of the horrifying smell that was caused by countless hours of freestyle. We encountered a very drunk Englishman who wasn’t sure how the operate the machines. He really should have washed out his mouth while he was at it. After seven loads of washing completed it was time to give the dryers a try. The first one horrible but thankfully the other ones got the job done after an hour.
We passed a nice little restaurant and ate possibly the hottest chicken curry any of us has ever tasted. It was so hot it brought us back to the Thai restaurant in Paraty. Our mouths were still on fire when we left the restaurant so it was time for some much needed ice-cream. I’m not lying when I say we average at least one ice-cream each a day. That’s forty five ice-creams each in a month and a half, roughly one hundred and seventy altogether.
Back at the hostel we decided to make the most of the facilities we stripped off and hoped into the steam room. We sweated our arses off as we chatted to a Welshman who has been working on a fishing boat for the last two months. He praised working on the boats as you get seven weeks off for six weeks work and you get paid for it. Conor and Gary pondered if that’s what we would be doing in the near future. There was also a crazy little South Korean who bashed his head off the top of the sauna when he entered. It was hard not to laugh as he swore in Korean.
Before going to bed Gary realised his Passport was still in reception and we were leaving in the morning to get a bus so we had no other option but to hope he would be able to get it in the morning. Reception didn’t open till 8am and we had to leave at 7am! We were in a sticky situation.
How would we get out of this mess?
Tune in next time, same Bat time, same Bat channel!
Mike
An awkward silence entered the room as two of the hostel workers came in to clean the room. For two minutes one of them hoovered the room as I was under the covers anticipating an outburst of laughter coming from Conor as usually he can’t handle awkward silences such as these. We overhead the hostel owner giving out to the other backpackers for the smell of marijuana from the abandoned bus, from looking at their faces we knew they didn’t regret it one bit.
After this we walked with our dirty, smelly laundry bags in hand towards the town of Nelson. We had a quick stop to make along the way, breakfast. We all ordered big English breakfast with smoothie’s on the side. It was a great way to start laundry day! After this we got the taxi to Bubbles, the place where we would spend the next three hours of our lives. When we got there we needed three things: loose change, detergent and a toilet for me. A long walk was needed to the nearest shop and toilet. We returned to the launderette and washed everything we had no matter how many washes it took. I even washed my shoes to get rid of the horrifying smell that was caused by countless hours of freestyle. We encountered a very drunk Englishman who wasn’t sure how the operate the machines. He really should have washed out his mouth while he was at it. After seven loads of washing completed it was time to give the dryers a try. The first one horrible but thankfully the other ones got the job done after an hour.
We passed a nice little restaurant and ate possibly the hottest chicken curry any of us has ever tasted. It was so hot it brought us back to the Thai restaurant in Paraty. Our mouths were still on fire when we left the restaurant so it was time for some much needed ice-cream. I’m not lying when I say we average at least one ice-cream each a day. That’s forty five ice-creams each in a month and a half, roughly one hundred and seventy altogether.
Back at the hostel we decided to make the most of the facilities we stripped off and hoped into the steam room. We sweated our arses off as we chatted to a Welshman who has been working on a fishing boat for the last two months. He praised working on the boats as you get seven weeks off for six weeks work and you get paid for it. Conor and Gary pondered if that’s what we would be doing in the near future. There was also a crazy little South Korean who bashed his head off the top of the sauna when he entered. It was hard not to laugh as he swore in Korean.
Before going to bed Gary realised his Passport was still in reception and we were leaving in the morning to get a bus so we had no other option but to hope he would be able to get it in the morning. Reception didn’t open till 8am and we had to leave at 7am! We were in a sticky situation.
How would we get out of this mess?
Tune in next time, same Bat time, same Bat channel!
Mike
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