I'm back from several days out of town. To be efficient, we stayed at a local hostel. It was my second hostel experience. My first was better.
By better, I mean that the room was clean (no sour milk in a carton peacefully decomposing in the trash can), the bathrooms were private (no semi-closing sliding door hiding the toilet) and the other guests were friendly (no crazy lady hopped up on acid or whatever following me to my room to ask if we were on the big trick everyone was playing on her).
All in all: that second hostel was super-scary.
After my encounter with the crazy lady, I pretended I was a person wearing blinders. I did not look at anyone there; I did not talk to anyone there. Whenever the bathroom guard came out (she popped out of her room anytime she heard someone walk into/out of the bathroom) I scurried up the stairs or out of the common area. There were a few young people there, but they also had the look of uneasy fight or flight response. The majority of people (crazy) that I ran into (literally) were burned-out older hippie types. Looking for a captive audience. Who were couch surfing at a hostel. Honestly. They're super-scary and no, I'm not involved in the major conspiracy the whole hostel is perpetrating against you. You might take less acid next time, scary lady.
An Erinku:
Early start,
flooded freeway
hail storm
blues.
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