While unpacking I realise that none of the other Woofers are around. I guess I’ll have to wait so I can chat to someone. Some people were actually in the hostel. When they emerge from the room I introduce myself and tell them what’ll be doing with them. It turns out people who volunteer are seriously into farming for a future! When talking to them it feels like I’m the white elephant in the room. I’m so out of my element I don’t know what to do. After talking with a few people I establish this. Shad isn’t an organised person and has had little or fairly little teaching to the Woofers, he has no electricity in his house and has no internet connection too and that the people working there are a bit fed up of the living conditions and wanna leave soon.

I can’t be in a place such as this! No organisation and little contact from the boss means I won’t be able to make a website for Shad. I mean, I’m supposed to making a website in exchange for stay, but I’ve already paid. So much for that.

I spend the entire evening in my room, contemplating how bad this situation is. I came here to do a job on site, thinking I would have plenty of contact with the owner, but it turns out I’m living down the road away from the farmer and the farmer isn’t around very much. When i mean down the road, i mean 20mins hike up steep slopes and walking on rocks! I’m not sure how I fit in the grand scheme of things as Shad barely remembers who I was when I saw him on Sunday.

I feel like I’ve been done over with high expectations and poor delivery. This could happen anywhere around the world so I’m not too bitter about it. Its just so happened in a place where I’m travelling instead of freelancing.