Backpacking is not what it used to be…
Back in the day all Youth Hostels I stayed in in Europe were very basic, yet boozy. Most people I met were single and poor and slightly cosmopolitan, and everyone wore jeans and looked bad.
I think the first problem is I’m staying at a backpackers in Australia and it’s full of British work-holiday people (they come in sets of two) living uninhibited in the dorm rooms. The room I’m in has junk everywhere; toiletries, food, clothes, that I suspect much of which doesn’t belong to current residents, but has just become part of some 'communal pot' of sharing.
Also, there’s this extreme youth vibe thing going on that I’m not really… hm. I picked this hostel because it has a bar but I had one look into it last night and got scared and ran away. I think I saw Corey. I’m in a weird fashion time warp where fluoro, boob tubes and dreadlocks never went out of style. And all these girls wear so much make-up! And have tattoos!
Okay, I just got old.
The irony is I met Blane at a Youth Hostel in the Czech Republic. Now, five years later I’m in Sydney at another backpackers to get my American visa to go live with him. I’ve come full circle only to find myself older, more critical and still just as poor.
Bleh. I’m just grumpy because I couldn’t sleep at all last night because of SNORING BERTHA. Also, I was paranoid about sleeping through my alarm and missing my appointment. This turned out to be unnecessary as I actually set my alarm wrong and got up at 4.30am by mistake. I was heading out the door to the consulate when I realized it was only 5am.
My appointment is at 8am. It’s now 6am. Maybe I’ll squeeze in a quick power nap in the tv room…
Wish me luck!
5 comments:
Ear plugs can be a god send in hostels.
Good luck with the interview! Although, it's probably well and truly over by now... so hope it went well.
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Good luck! My best friend had to go through this process to marry her American husband and move there. It was an ordeal but worth it in the end.
Ah Dot, I live in a hostel now.
At first, it is a little scary. Then as you spend more time there, it becomes intoxicating. Suddenly I can't remember why I've lived in a one bedroom apartment by myself for the past 3 years...
Although having a roommate with a boyfriend is not so great. Metallica, very loud, on my iPod is my saviour!
Thank-you Angelina, Amanda and Pomgirl! It went well and I should have visa soon.
And Original Mel, I suddenly feel really petty for complaining about snoring. THAT would be so much worse.
So in conclusion, all youth hostels are the same. Every one I went to in my life sounds just like yours.
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