“We’re spending the inheritance and we’re having a great time doing it!”
You know the ones I’m talking about. You arrived at your hostel and they were there, slugging back bottles of wine and generally having a brilliant time.
We met a couple on our trip who were absolutely fantastic, bending the ear off anyone who would listen, and distributing more alcohol than an Irish pub on Paddy’s day.
And do you know the best thing about having people like this in your hostel? They don’t give a damn. You can have the biggest head of dreadlocks, a guitar clad in so many stickers you’ve forgotten what colour it is, and a facial tattoo which says ‘Don’t Talk To Me’, and they will still lever you into your conversation no matter who you are or where you are from.
So this is a thank you, to every member of the grey plague out there making hostels a more sociable and enjoyable place to be. Keep spending that inheritance, keep seeing the world, and keep making us feel like we’ve got a mum and dad wherever we are on the road.
I salute you!