Hostels are not for everyone. Actually, they’re not for most folks. But if you travel a lot they are almost a necessity. Unless, of course, you have a lot of money. I don’t. That means I need to stay in them to conserve resources. The cost is so much less than a hotel. This is the breakfast at the hostel where I stayed in Barcelona. There was juice, coffee, and tea. Continue reading
Yes, this was my whole breakfast. They called it a "truck breakfast" which meant that we ate it on the truck. The whole point was that we (or rather other people besides me) wanted to leave early because we had a long driving day and they did not want to spend a lot of time on breakfast so we all got a biscuit and a banana. Actually, for some people, myself included, we could have had two biscuits and two bananas. That’s because there was a surplus of biscuits and bananas due to the fact that not everyone took their allocation (they ate some of their personal snacks instead) and very few people took seconds. All I can say is that we usually have a better breakfast than this.
This is a proper breakfast. A proper breakfast is what the English refer to when they talk about a breakfast with eggs, meat, and all the other things that go with a substantive meal in the morning. How much did a proper breakfast at the restaurant we stopped at in Zimbabwe cost? It cost $10 American. Did I have a proper breakfast? No, I had two bowls of corn flakes and a cup of coffee off of the truck which cost me nothing extra. Most people opted for the restaurant. Note that the largest dimension available for this picture is 1024 X 768 as it was uploaded at a very slow bandwidth from a remote location in Africa.
On my first day in Kenya I met a couple of guys from Israel who had been in Nairobi for a while and they were nice enough to take me out to one of the local places for breakfast. I think breakfast cost about 30 cents and, luckily for me, they paid. I hadn’t gotten any local money from an ATM. The pair had rented a 4-wheel drive vehicle and were going to wander around Africa for a few months. Maybe I should have canceled my trip plans and went with them. Then again, it was probably the best thing to do to go on the trip I had planned. 20120530
From left to right we have toast with butter and jam, sugar frosted flakes, coffee and fruit. This is what I had every morning after waking up in my $12 hostel dorm room. I figure the breakfast, included in the price of the room, had to be worth a couple of bucks. Make no mistake, my estimate of the value of the meal has to be on the low side. The coffee alone was worth at least a dollar. It was excellent and I could have all I wanted. I believe that I could have gotten more than one serving of the toast, cereal and fruit as well, had I chosen to do so. But, there’s no sense in making a pig of myself. At least not over cereal, toast and fruit.
I’m not sure why people in SE Asia have noodles for breakfast. I just know they do. This tasty little dish set me back a whole $1.25 and I was content till well into the afternoon. I noticed the place where they served the noodles right away. There were no westerners and the place was packed with locals. I just pointed. It worked out.
It was an egg sandwich, some orange juice, a banana, and some cereal. Oh, and some coffee. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good. The cereal had little black things in it. I wasn’t sure if they were burnt offerings or something else. In the end I didn’t finish the cereal, mainly because I sometimes have a morbid imagination, especially when it comes to third world countries.
They’re innocent looking enough. However, the odds on them having had rabies shots are slim and none. They were hostel guests. Every hostel in Beijing had a crew of cats. Wonder why that is? Keeps the mouse population contained. Ya’ know, I don’t mind them hanging around. I just wish they wouldn’t get so close to me while I’m eating.
I grabbed a fried egg/biscuit sandwich from a little hole-in-the-wall shop that was serving breakfast near the place I was staying. I would have liked a nice cup of coffee but I settle for a cold can of Nescafe. The coffee wasn’t so good but the biscuit sandwich was incredible. It was so good I went back the next morning for another. I’m going to miss those 50 cent biscuit sandwiches.
I had gone downstairs to do a little work on my netbook and, while I was sitting in the bar area, the staff at the hostel started putting out the breakfast buffet. I didn’t pay much attention to them at first, but, as time went by, I did get up and take a look. Eventually, I got a little hungry. However, I figured the buffet would run me more than I wanted to pay. When I found out it was only a little over $2, I jumped at the chance to enjoy what was on the buffet line. Sure, it was vegetarian, but it was really good vegetarian.