We bolted early in the morning from the hippie den to another hostel. This time I booked without Rob's input and we got two beds in a dorm in town and on the water. We were greeted warmly by Nick the owner of Lakeside Hostel. He showed us around the warm and comfortable three floor hostel he had built himself. He agreed to take our bags despite it being before 8am and freed us to explore.
First, we went to checkout breakfast on the roof top terrace. Before we had received our delectable breakfast burritos, we notified Nick we were planning on a longer stay.
Wound the hostel offered tons of activities in the area including paintball, yoga, hiking, kayaking, and more. We were even more thrilled to hear they'd have the Bronco game on in the bar upstairs. When we arrived back that evening the hostelers and a few expats had thrown together a potluck for the game.
We hit the lake in a kayak the next day once could muster. The lake was an endless maze of channels and hidden coves. Hours later we returned, me completely sunburnt despite sunscreen, completly exhausted and arms aching.
We learned another important lesson, location, location, location.
