The seven day week

You're right... My blogging diligence has gone down the drain in the last couple of weeks. It's not that I've lost interest in the act of blogging, far from it. It's this bloody hostel.

Yes, there is the odd group of travellers that come through here that we have fun with but overall this place is becoming a bit of a prison. The last thing I want to do is make this website a bulletin for complaints but as I've seen all of the main sites in Athens a couple of times each, my posting options are indeed becoming exhausted.

My birthday week was a lot of fun but after it's hype died down, things returned to normal here at the Easy Access hostel.

You may laugh when I say this, but this job isn't by any means the easiest job in the world. I generally work a 7-8 hour shift from 7pm till close. There are no days off and the boss and his wife are always on our tail. Because it is a night shift, you'd think I get all day to sightsee right? Not really. I usually close up at around 2 or 3 in the morning, so sleep in's are crucial if I am to be in any sort of hospitable state for the next shift.

The hostel is indeed becoming a bit too familiar but the 22 euros a day that gets tucked away into my locked bag feels kinda nice.

I've worked out that I only really need to work here for another couple of nights to support my island expenses but I do intend to work here for another week or so, until my replacement arrives. The extra cash for Italy will definitely be needed down the track, taken into account the stories I've heard at the bar for hostel prices over that way.

I just can't wait to pack my bags and leave this place of work for the islands which to me represent a reward for working on the road.