The Hostel serves an all-u-can-eat breakfast every morning. It includes some western-style cereal, milk, both hot and cold, chinese dumplings and relish, grits-type broth, and toast with strawberry jam. They offer a nice cold fruit juice as well. It is tastey, and fulfilling.
Travellers who come through typically seem amazed with how good it is, comparatively speaking. After 2 weeks, it gets old, but it is still a great deal, a comfortable place, relatively clean, and hospitable.
One day, we may look back and joke about the "breakfast" and the accompanying morning music that they play without fail, every single morning. They open the doors, and some "MUSAK" type elevator music chimes out, a bit louder than most would prefer, but in it's own way, I suppose it's somewhat charming. Just the other day, I brought them some mp3s for variety's sake.... but they haven't played it yet. They haven't caught the Jack Johnson craze just yet I suppose.
The music, like most things, seem to improve as the day progresses. The best time to get things done seems to be between 10-2pm when not many are around, and the music volume is kept to a minimum. They turn it up after dinner, and show free movies at 8pm and 10pm.
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John, we all know that you are a fantastic cook. Perhaps, they just need some JB action in their kitchen. Then you can teach them a thing or two :-)
P.s. I made spaghetti for Aaron and I added carrots. Made me think of you friend.
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