The first morning that I went down to work in the study I was surprised to hear the tune of our Dutch roomate playing jamiroquai on the piano. There is something very special about this hostel in one of the oldest houses in Oamaru. It’s not the comforts of the big beds. Not the three living rooms filled with musical instruments and artist supplies. Not the (rare) open wifi internet.
In Chillawhile it was the fun people we hung out with in a hostel that had a real life it's own.
Chillawhile is a little far from the center of Oamaru. It was a good 25 minute hike down the longest main street in the country. But location really didn't matter at all. Not when you feel like you are staying at a friend's place, or amongst friends in a college house. We had an incredibly relaxing week working mornings on the web marketing for the owner, and afternoons just hanging out through the evenings with the other backpackers (mostly woofers too) who would always be up for fun.
It seemed fitting to me that we were almost back at university housing while I was busy applying to go back to school - one possibility for next year. Steph meanwhile was up to more artistic endeavors, painting, reading and writing.
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