Our first four nights on the island are at the Northshore Hostel. When we rolled in on friday night, Tiffany and I wondered if maybe we had aged out of the hostel-appropriate travel period of our lives.
That was before I saw this silver hair. I’ve watched him do push ups, dips and crunches on the balcony all morning long.
It just goes to show you’re never too old to save a buck. 🙂