There’s sand and ocean. It’s the same as yours I swear. There are suntans and sombreros. There are people smoking and smoked ham sandwiches. There are the loudest of laughs and lots of Irish accents.
There is a busy reception and double bookings. Just like yours.
There are guitars and glitter and goon.
There are girls in fluro, ready to hit the town. There are boys in fluro, ready to hit the showers. After a long days work. There are bowls of chocolate at check in. There are key deposits at check out.
The floorboards creak. But there is colour. So much colour.
It’s a backpackers. Just the way I remember it. It’s my childhood with a paycheck.