Hostels are Ok. I’m getting closer to the point where I’d rather stay in a hotel room, but you miss so much culture when you stay in a hotel.
Let’s take for example the hostel we stayed at in Toronto. This was a house converted into a hostel. Rooms with 6 bunk beds for 12 people to sleep. Stinky for sure – but cheap.
I’ll never forget this one because one of the nights we slept there I made the mistake of not falling asleep first. Some Aussie dude (cause those Aussie dudes are everywhere) was sleeping in the top bunk caddy corner from mine. Well, he fell asleep before me and started snoring. I’m not talking about the kind that you see depicted in “Dennis The Menace” cartoons, I’m talking about the kind of snoring that shakes the trees. I actually had to get down from my bunk, find a shoe, get back up in my bunk and threw the shoe at him to wake him. (Don’t worry I pretended to be sleeping for so long, that I must have fallen asleep).
Then there was the hostel in Ljubljana, Slovenia. I won’t forget this place either. There was no snoring there, but after the lights went out I heard all kinds of things scurrying around me. When we turned on the lights, we found that my bunk and the one above me were infested with thousands of little bugs. Needless to say, I slept on the floor – on my backpack.
But my favorite hostel was in Salzburg, Austria. Unlike the other two it was very clean and there were no snoring problems. Nevertheless, like the other two I got very little sleep. In fact I spent the entire night on a loveseat in the common area. I spent the entire night chatting with a young lady from New Zeland. We talked all night and it felt like we’d been friends forever. She was the first person I fell in love with. Whether it was puppy love or not, I don’t know. I was 21 years old. I just know that I never knew her name, have never seen her since but still smile at the memory.
Hostels are great places to experience life.
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