I have a new-found appreciation for hostels that sell ear plugs and eye masks.
For cost effectiveness and the social aspect, I chose to base myself in backpacker accommodation when I first moved to London. I’ve never been a fussy traveler, and have previously only had really great experiences staying in hostels. Girls dorms, mixed six, eight, sixteen bed – they’ve been fine. Rowdy on party nights sure, but nothing I couldn’t handle.
After this past fortnight though .. I may be putting conditions on my future bunk bed stays.
From randoms crashing – to dorm mates screwing randoms in bunks at night, in the middle of the day, in shared bathrooms.. I thought I was finally free of the shenanigans when I switched hostels after the first week. But the final straw came (heh) on my first night in the second hostel … when half asleep I automatically handed up a dress that had fallen from the top bunk onto mine.
I later realised the girl above me had a friend, and wasn’t just changing into her pyjamas.
Really, I should have seen it coming when I saw this in the ladies loos.
And this in the stairwell.
Though this message was on the dorm room door – “We have a strict one person per bunk policy.”
Just a tad hypocritical, you know.
** On the jits front – I am FINALLY getting to trying out a few clubs this week! Finding a share house and starting some kind of work has been the priority, then I picked up a cold .. but now I’m kinda settled it’s time to roll – and find me a new home club. *rubs hands together in anticipation*
2 thoughts on “If The Bunk’s A-Rockin’…”
Vibrators in vending machines?! Hahaha! The funniest I’ve seen is in a club they were selling sex perfume or something like that.. supposedly its infused with pig pheromones
PIG pheromones?! Oh so bizarre..