Home Sweet Home…. Well, not quite.
After having a few teething issues with the swipe card system they use in my hostel, I decided to just knock on the door to my room, I was let in by a guy skyping on his laptop, he acted a little like I was interrupting his important business call with his mum, just to find out, my card wasn’t working because I was actually trying to enter the wrong damn room!
After a moment of embarrassment, I said fairwell to my mum loving business man and moved my crap across the hall to my new home, decked out with a basin, mirror, lockers and 4 single bunks WOO HOO!
After sleeping for over 12 hours, I awoke to the sound of conflict between roomies, it went as follows:
Guy1: ‘Why must you tap tap tap and keep me wake while im trying to sleep’
Guy2: ‘Dude, it is 12.30pm and you are in a Hostel’
Guy1: ‘Yea, but I didn’t get to sleep all night.. you could be more considerate’
Guy2: ‘I am hardly making a lot of noise, I am just typing on my laptop..’
Guy1: (sarcasm) ‘Sure, you’re right.. you’re a great guy’ [STORMS OUT OF ROOM]
Oh Hostels, gotta love ‘em