We took the greyhound bus from Vegas which was more expensive than mega bus and grimey and the dream of WiFi and a plug socket was smashed by our big black female bus driver who said there was NOTHING and told all the passengers the RULES OF THE BUS with a stern face on then shut herself behind a plastic screen and drove us to San Diego.
We got to our hostel where they had chipmonks music playing in reception and three awkward Chinese boys who couldn't speak a word of English trying to check in and they told us they didn't know if we were coming or not so there was only one bed. So the manager gave me hers and said she'd go and sleep on their boat. Yes this hostel has a boat, hyyyyped!
We were fed and then told the low down. 24 hours a week. Four hours a day, either at 10am-2pm or 7pm-11pm, one day off, free breakfast and dinner everyday, housekeeping to start but our first day off. A walk in the park.
We were shattered from travelling for 9.5 hours and Vegas, hoping for rehab after very little sleep but had to play loads of beer pong because that was the evening activity. It's like a big family, there's only 31 beds so everyone knows everyone, guests and staff. We felt like total newbies so I went into my shell (lol) but Kerri did the rounds chatting to everyone. We found out that we must be prepared to be drunk everyday. Heaven above.
There are two bungalows one for staff one for guests and a main house.
Everyones really nice. There are three or four other volunteers, all girls.
Kerri had to sleep in solitary confinement in the only free bed and I went to the managers bed in the bungalow. We got whatsapp out we cannot be apart.
The girls who cleaned Kens couldnt work out what sex she was. They said they found skateboarding shoes but then a hairbrush but then a guys top but then a feminine watch. So jokes when they told us.
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