A hostel is a weird place, a menagerie in the hold, roomies may range from eccentric to nerdy, malodorous, mendacious & mould the food of the mess, perennial distress. Offensive, tasteless & cold, early dinners may chuck you in stress, late night hunger will soar. You have to brave all storms of heart and of privacy, bowels & sleep. In time, you may be rewarded well and dropped in a friendly heap much more and all smells and spoils that a hostel life grants come in friends and sail the trails of a hosteller’s rhyming prance.
A heavy sleeper, a dreamer, thinker, tinkerer, tea drinker, papier-mache sculptor, a painter & a teacher of friendly creed. I write & love to rhyme, or lay idle and watch the skies. I like humour, smiles, fun, and often with my dogs, a headlong run.
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