Hostel From Hell
Forty odd years ago, I stayed at a hostel in the South Lake Tahoe area.
I slept in a dormitory room and had to venture down the hall to the bathroom.
But hey, I was young and on a cross country skiing trip with friends.
This past September, I realized how hostels have improved.
My step daughter and I stayed in a youth hostel in Munich Germany.
Get this. It had a pizza parlor, a cocktail lounge, and downstairs, a TV room, games room, even a room full of tents so kids could camp.
The best part of all was a single family room with en suite bathroom.
What a pleasant surprise all of that was!
So on my recent trip to Maui, I thought I'd try another hostel.
Simple Simon(that's me) didn't look at the online picture very hard, or maybe I might have noticed that this was not Munich.
I should have been warned when I stepped into the hostel office and glanced at how unkempt the office and manager's room was.
I later learned that this place has 2 hostels, one with air conditioning, fans, and more conveniences...and the other one. From what follows, you can guess which one my girlfriend and I stayed in.
The one where we stayed (according to other guests/inmates)is where they send undesirables.
I'm not gonna say the walls were thin. But when you can hear someone in the next room clear their throat...well, you get the idea.
The bathroom was in the same room as the bed, and it had no door. Now I'm no prude, but give me a break!
One afternoon, I heard what sounded like someone chanting next door. “How romantic,” I thought. “Someone doing a romantic Hawaiian chant.”
It was not a Hawaiian chant, but the sounds of a mentally retarded guy who had been kicked out of the other hostel.
In addition to the chanting, he kept stomping and bumping the floor and walls, much to the chagrin of neighbors on both sides and down below.
I could even have taken all of that, but not at 2 A.M. in the morning.
Actually, it got so bad that it became comical. Better to laugh than cry.
As a former psychotherapist, I have sympathy for the mentally ill, but I hadn't planned on dealing with this on vacation.
More fun came when my girlfriend was sorting her luggage and out popped a large cockroach. All one and a half inches of him, or her.
Call me squeamish, but I hate bugs, especially ones that could crawl up into the bed. Reminds me of an experience in Mexico years ago.
Uncomfortable about sitting down to go to the bathroom, I thought I'd escape downstairs to use the bathroom in the connecting restaurant. The door didn't lock but that didn't bother me..
What did bother me was the inch and a half cockroaches squirming in death on the floor. Cute, huh?
Ahh...outside to sit under the palms and breathe some fresh air. Great if you didn't mind smelling the garbage in the dumpsters nearby.
By the way, the address where we stayed was 197 Market Street, and the hostel was Moped City Maui dba Hostel City Maui.. If you're a glutton for punishment, book a stay there.
Talk about irony, the manager had the nerve to send me an email after our stay asking for a favorable review so he could continue to manage the place.
Manage? He was lucky I didn't club him to death in a rage(smile).
Oh Munich, Where art thou? (smile)