We stayed at the Seaside Farm Hostel, which was quite an experience. We'd been essentially alone for the last two weeks, and the hostel was a hotbed of socializing. There was an outdoor kitchen, which was conceptually very cool but in practice very dirty. Our camping spot in the meadow was near the fire, so the first night was a bit noisy with guitar-playing until all hours. Everyone was very friendly, but we were overwhelmed by the sheer number of people to interact with. At the end of the first night, Deb remarked that "three people tried to talk to me!" as if that was a bit unseemly. (I think she meant that three people wouldn't stop talking to her.)