The Hostel

So, I decided to stay in the hostel. It was the first option I considered and after a month of contacting other places it turned out to be the best option after all. If you've seen the movie "Hostel", then you're with me on this. I was hoping to be lured by hot girls involved in a crazy money making scheme that sells tourists to mad surgeons yata yata yata.. I don't think it'll be that exciting, but I still think it'll be a fun experience.

There are very few Americans here. While I sit in the lobby typing this I try to count the languages but there are a lot. The front desk got slammed with people last night. I yelled something across the room to my new friend Brian (fellow Siebel student), and immediately the Americans waiting in line came over to me to ask questions about the hostel. I should set up a tip jar next to me while I'm in the lobby saying "Advice in English"


My room is.. sufficient. The picture shows the whole thing plus a small closet. I also added a picture of the view out of my window. I've never lived in a dorm, so now I can say I have.


I have to use a public bathroom and a public kitchen. That means storing my food in the same fridge as everyone else. Neat!