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"Perhaps this is a good sign," I said, and we turned to go. We pressed the buzzer several times, but there was no response. "Alright, let's go." Lee muttered, and we made our way back along the St. Don't blame me about this for fuck's sake!" I replied I wasn't proud of what we'd been reduced to having to consider to make money but I certainly wasn't going to be made to take the blame all on myself for it. "Look, you've spent as much money as I have and if you can think of any other way of making some quick cash then speak up. "Doesn't look like we have a choice, does it?" His tone was quite firm, as if I was responsible for the situation. There was a long pause, and Lee wouldn't make eye contact with me. We'll hear him out first and then decide whether to go through with it again. "Lee, I think we have to consider going back to the old man. We'd both been refusing to talk about the only option which we knew would get us some more money, but things had once again become too desperate to bury our heads in the sand any longer, so I broke the silence: Unfortunately the response was always 'thanks, but no thanks'.īy the third day of job hunting we found ourselves once again down to a few remaining coins in our pockets and no way of paying for food or a bus ticket to the next destination on our itinerary. But we didn't give up, and the next day we did the same thing, also asking in every hostel, bar, or shop we could find whether there was any work available. No matter how much we tried to convince them that we were serious about staying for a few months to earn some much needed cash, no-one seemed willing to take that chance. However, the story was the same at each one: not interested in backpackers as we were a risk, too many had done a few days work and then moved on to another city or town. And so the next day we didn't go to the beach as usual, but trawled round all the agencies in the city with copies of our CVs, asking for any work available. "We haven't got any other option," he replied, the subtext clearly telling me that going back to the old man was not an option, not that I had considered it to be one either. "I guess we'd better start asking around for work at the employment agencies again?" I asked Lee. I guess we just lost track of how much we were spending, until we paid for another week's accommodation at the hostel and realised we each only had a few dollars left. For the next couple of weeks we spent the days loafing around at the coast, learning to surf, and spending our $500 on accommodation and drinks at various bars. The next morning it was as if the experience at the old man's house had never happened, and neither Lee nor I mentioned it at all.