Crap Hostels - Your worst travel stories...

One time in Amsterdam several years ago, I made the mistake of checking into the cheapest budget hostel I could find. All I need to have is a bed to crash on...or so I thought. After spending the day walking around the city and visiting a couple of coffee shops (c: I eventually ended up at one pretty close to my hostel. I don't remember if I had space cakes, space shakes, or both, but in any case I suddenly found myself feeling extremely tired. "Time to go to ged," I thought as I looked at my watch. To my great surprise, it was only 6:45 pm! I tried to stay up but my eyelids just kept getting heavier until opening them as much as possible only amounted to showing people that my eyeballs were rolled up into my head. Shit man, time to head back to the hostel.

I entered the hostel and, like a true paranoid, I kept my eyes down and tried not to make eye contact with anyone...Bad move. Walking up the stairs, all I saw around me was filth: empty food bags, candy wrappers, dirt, hair. You name it, it was there. And not only was there trash everywhere, it smelled like shit. Not shit as in it smelled bad, shit as in it smelled like someone took a dump in the hallway. Fortunately I didn't see any shit, and I even checked the bottom of my shoes just to make sure. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, wake up, and find a new place to stay. After getting into bed, I realize that there are not sheets or covers there, but I was way too spent to do anything about it. I just kept my clothes on and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

When I woke up the next morning I actually felt pretty good which probably had something to do with the fact that I slept for 13 hours. I sat up in bed and took checked out my surroundings. Scratching my chest, I recalled the previous night's trip up the shitty staircase and decided that a shower was definately in order. So, I scratched my head and got out of bed. Then, I itched my ass as I made my way to the bathroom. I got into the shower and, running my fingernail over my arm, I finally asked myself, "why the @#$% am scratching myself so much?" "Because you are itchy, dumbass," I replied. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I used 3/4 quarters of a bar of soap and half a bottle of shampoo and, fortunately, I didn't actually SEE anything crawling over my body. Leaving my clothes in the bathroom, I wore my towel to my room, put on some new stuff and got out of that place ASAP. If you do go to Amsterdam and decide to stay in the cheapest place in town, look under the matress before going to bed. If you see a blue towel with purple trim, get the @#$% out and find another place to stay!/p>