Tag Archives: hostel life
So I made it to Medellin! — which everyone here I’ve asked (which is everyone I’ve spoken to) confirms is in fact pronounced meh-deh-JEEN not meh-deh-YEEN (I’ve forgotten too much of the IPA to transliterate it accurately). Huh. Flying over the Andes is … Continue reading
I accidentally ended up in Bruges during the weekend of the Bruges Beer Festival, because of course I did. Which meant the hostel I stayed in, despite being out of city center, was fucking bananas. Which, honestly, I don’t mind — I’m … Continue reading
I am as always behind on updates — I still haven’t posted about Barcelona or Marseille or this week in Paris — but today I got confirmation that I will be volunteering at a hostel in Belgrade from like mid-next … Continue reading
Marrakech did not have particularly auspicious beginnings. My flight was at like 7-something in the morning, so I did not sleep, which I know is never a good idea, but I keep doing it anyway. And I couldn’t sleep on … Continue reading
Despite being the ice queen that I am, I admit I’m starting to understand why people give me funny looks for traveling Eastern Europe in the dead of winter. It wasn’t even that cold — around 20F/-7C — but the wind … Continue reading
Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as One Night in Bangkok, but here we are. And since I just left Zagreb, Croatia today and am now in Ljubljana, Slovenia, I should probably try to catch up a little … Continue reading
wordpress.com informs me that I started this blog one year ago today. I’d pretend to have something really insightful to say about this, but I’m tired as shit. Instead, have a picture of an iguana on a leash, and a sunset from this hostel.