Oh the hostel life

I've been to hostels a bunch in my travels, but the majority of the time, I've been lucky to find low key hostels or find hostels that weren't full. Times are changing and more people are traveling and there are a few token travelers you just hope don't end up in your dorm room. Elysse, Tina and I drew the short straw last night.

To explain a little more about our dorm room, we are located right below the kitchen and the stairs up to the terrace are right by our door. It gets very noisy beginning at 6:30 a.m. with the kitchen staff preparing breakfast. Last night we all went to bed at 11:00 p.m. after working on grad papers, playing on Facebook and creating blogs for our time abroad. The terrace was full of people playing drinking games and when they close it at 11:00 p.m., most people head out for more drinks, such as the four men in our room. Upon going to sleep, we had the token drunk girl, who must have missed the taxi to go out, wandering into our room looking for the four men and then walking over to our windows to look outside. On the second trip into our room, where she was stumbling all over, I asked her not to come back and that all the men were gone. Then we had peace and quiet...

...until 3:00 a.m. At this point the four men returned to the room, intoxicated to that of soaking in bath of rum and unable to form full words or sentences. Ok, no big deal, I thought to myself, they will pass out soon. Nope. They proceeded to turn on the light, which was annoying for us on the top bunk, and attempted to have a drunk conversation between the four of them. The most annoying part at this point was blaming us for waking them up the day before at 7:00 a.m. That's when I decided I was annoyed, because I was woken up by the kitchen banging pots and people standing outside our door talking the morning before.

Needless to say, they were up for another hour, some of which they took outside the room. If they had simply been drunks stumbling to bed, I would have embraced the dorm life and hoped they had a good time out at the clubs. However, when they began talking smack and blaming us for their lack of sleep, I no longer had sympathy and only wished I had an air horn to use in the room this morning. We all took the high road and didn't cause drama or even make a bunch of noise this morning, but the thought crossed my mind more than a few times.

For my someday "round the world" trip, I'll budget extra to avoid sharing a room with those four again.