Guest houses are becoming the new go-to for travelers, giving hotels a run for their money. Offering a unique blend of personalized service, a cosy ambience, and more bang for your buck, guest houses teleport you to a home far from home. They range from barebones lodging where DIY is your mantra to professionally run enterprises with cushy amenities. So next trip, ditch the hotel for a guest house and doze off feeling like a local!
Pause before downing that cup of coffee; the path as a contributor for Captain Words isn’t the tranquil $8-per-1000-word utopia.
While there’s the appeal of remote work and flexible schedules, crafting 10,000 words while managing household chores isn’t suited for the timid or those with shaky internet connections.
Amidst project challenges and occasional hunger pangs, you delve into the realms of iGaming, diamonds, and the unanticipated challenges of freelancing on the spot.
Aspire for advancement up the ladder and discover a more bountiful treasure trove. Don’t let go of your aspirations, but ensure your day job remains within reach.
Looking for a creative freelancer? Jack of all trades here! I juggle graphic design, photography, adventure, and occasional volunteering. Free on weekends and moonlight hours until 2025. Try me for tiny website designs, but no E-commerce for now, sorry! Old handwork? Refer to the dXine.co.za archives.
In the quirky world of 2020 pandemic-era life, my partner and I had to pivot from visas and jobs to volunteering and dabbling in design. Hunting online work was like seeking a unicorn. Our travel dreams got COVID-cancelled and left in limbo. Then, we navigated treacherous waters of cryptocurrency scams and stumbled on a low-key Bitcoin miner, Computta. It’s tantamount to finding a rare Pokémon that brings in pennies, and doesn’t require selling a kidney or your cousin Bob to work!
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Remote Wanderlust Life: The Unexpected Twists of Reality Knocks
In this “Who Moved My Cheese?” saga, I revel in the joy of remote labour. But the ticking clock of an ending contract sends the winds of change my way.
New opportunities beckon, but they could be sandwich artists on Etsy or cow milkers on a farm, pay cheques pending.
Meanwhile, my life partner’s inflexibility could land us back in Gauteng, a locale met with a sigh and a shrug. Job-seeking Hein’s skills are vast as the sky.
I’m hoping the universe will toss me more than a stale breadcrumb of hope. Did I mention he was available?