Alcohol is a weird thing. I cannot think of anything else that people (including me) both love and hate so much. Maybe marriage from what I have gathered… It’s hard to live with or without.
You see, when you are stuck in a small town with little to do (or haven’t already done), alcohol is the answer. And when you are in a hostel with 200+ other twentysomethings, alcohol is the answer to everything. It helps you to relax after a hard day on the farm in increasingly hot temperatures as the winter comes to an end. It is a friend when you are off and all your friends are working. It’s a help when it is too hot, it is a great beer-jacket when it is too cold. Alcohol is the answer, until the day comes when we get bored of making it the answer.
I have said it many times, this place is just like being back at university. It’s as much of a party hostel as it is a working one. It is safe to say that I cannot wait to end this constant flow of booze and live a (slightly) healthier lifestyle outside of Ayr, however if it wasn’t for the alcohol I wouldn’t have had so many funny stories and hilarious encounters with people. If it wasn’t for alcohol, I probably wouldn’t have half the friends I have. I can be pretty socially awkward and a pint is the great escape from that.
Or goon for that matter. Just don’t tell the hostel, it’s banned.