Exposing our kids to different types of people is pretty much always going to be a good thing, so staying at backpacker hostels makes a whole lot of sense ... and not just because it’s cheap.
On this particular night we were at a backpackers’ overlooking the Indian Ocean in a town called Wilderness - honest, that’s its name - with a surfer-dude host called Toby (pictured) who is the nicest possible guy and who bears more than a passing resemblance to the late, great Kurt Cobain. My Molly is an insatiable flirt with fellows like these, by the way, and since cute kids are pretty scarce on the travellers’ circuit, Doog and I got to lounge around the bonfire with a bunch of 20-something Afrikaaners, talk politics and drink far too much while she and her sister charmed the hell out of the locals.
A brilliant night indeed.
On this particular night we were at a backpackers’ overlooking the Indian Ocean in a town called Wilderness - honest, that’s its name - with a surfer-dude host called Toby (pictured) who is the nicest possible guy and who bears more than a passing resemblance to the late, great Kurt Cobain. My Molly is an insatiable flirt with fellows like these, by the way, and since cute kids are pretty scarce on the travellers’ circuit, Doog and I got to lounge around the bonfire with a bunch of 20-something Afrikaaners, talk politics and drink far too much while she and her sister charmed the hell out of the locals.
A brilliant night indeed.
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