Hostel Life

Hostels.

Hostels are what make my trip possible.  They provide a very inexpensive place for me to rest my head, cook my meal and meet hundreds of new friends.  I am so grateful that they exist so that I can travel with out fear. I know that they will always be my safe haven when I am sad, sick or lonely.  They are filled with travelers much like me and I can always find a soul to confide in. 

They can be a great place to catch your breath

or a good place to party 

However, and I'm sure that all of you knew that was coming, I am getting tired of some parts of the hostel life. I have to side track bit and tell you about the Kiwi/Stray bus tours so that you understand this full story. The Kiwi and Stray bus tours are two different companies that travel around New Zealand with large busses packed full of young travelers.  They make it possible for people to see a lot of sights in a short amount of time with out having to do much planning yourself.  The concept is great, the kids that take the busses love them. As an outsider however, I HATE them. They always rock up to the hostel later in the day hungover, drunk or pre drinking. Screaming with their girl friends about who the slept with the night before and how drunk they were. Then they proceed to take over the bathroom to plaster on their makeup and tease their hair. All of this in preparation of whatever the bus may have planned for them that night.  Now getting on with my story, last night at BASE hostel Wanaka three busses pulled up.  My room was then invaded by 6 dudes from the Kiwi bus. The guys themselves were alright, nice enough, currently showering off their hangovers and starting their pre drink for the night before.  A tornado had hit my room and it was insane.  They were having a fake bachelor party and one of them was the groom another was the stripper.  They also had to only wear plastic garbage bags that night. I left and went out to the movies, it was just a little too much for me. 

*Side note! The movie theater was amazing!! They had couches, wood fire pizza, cheap soda and an intermission where you could buy freshly baked cookies!!!

When I got back to the room they were gone, so I stepped over all the beer bottles and garbage bags and headed to bed. Around 2am one of the Irish men came back into the room.  He proceeded to sit on his bed and poke me until I woke up. Then, he asked me what I was up to, "sleeping"

How was your night, "fine". He told me all about his night and then asked if he could sleep in my bed because it was his "last night there" 

SERIOUSLY?!

NO sir you can not come into my bed. He crewed back into his own bed and passed out.  

Needless to say I am excited that I am about to get a break from the hostel life for the next month. Its going to be much needed.

Instant new friends