Shoes Lost At Sea

Trip Start Sep 17, 2006
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Trip End Dec 23, 2008


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Flag of United States  , Florida
Sunday, September 21, 2008

I awaken to find out that it’s already muggy outside. I like hot climates but southern Florida is slightly too humid for my liking. I get an early boost as I’m reunited with my baggage. The airline had found it in New York and sent it down on the next plane, it then got its own taxi ride to the hostel. I’d never experienced lost baggage before, and don’t fancy experiencing it again.

I manage to get myself in more bother this morning by losing a shoe to the sea. I’m wandering down next to the ocean and let my feet soak up the oncoming waves. Just at the wrong moment my right flip-flop slips off, before I can turn my head its eight feet away and drifting fast towards the open sea! I thought for a moment about chasing it then sensibly opted not to. I certainly didn’t fancy walking back down the street in one shoe, so I tossed the remaining flip-flop into the sea! My problem now was that I had to walk back to the hostel in bare feet, looking like a homeless person! This was made harder by the fact the sun had heated the ground to a temperature that felt like hot stones under my feet!

The Deauville Hostel and Crewhouse in Fort Lauderdale is a budget motel/hostel about a block from the northern beaches of Fort Lauderdale. It’s managed by two guys who made me feel very welcome, on checking in I was given a tour of the facilities, then shown to my room, where I was introduced to a roommate. This roommate was Aaron, an American lad in his early twenties. To me he looked like he’d just got out of prison, shaved head and a rather large frame. I was allocated the bunk bed above him, and quickly threw my stuff up there.

I think owners of hostels could improve their business success by separating those guests from abroad (typically fairly intelligent traveller types) and domestic guests (typically too poor to afford a room anywhere). It’s not that I’m being snobbish, but people get along best when they have similar interests, ambitions and life styles. I’m tolerant and I believe understanding enough to cope in these situations, but there will be some backpackers who struggle to enjoy being with such a variety of people.
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