When you travel and stay at a hostel, especially if you do it alone, not having another person shield or separate you in any way from what is going on, you often find incredible unforeseeable things happening. You have the opportunity to meet a great number of people – each one of them conditioned by different experiences; each one unique and potentially fascinating.
“Be nice to strangers, they may be angels in disguise”, they say. Not being a great believer in god, heaven, hell, angels, christenings and dressing up to church so that your neighbours can judge the shit out of you, I still like the message that conveys. The truth is that we are all strangers before we become friends, lovers or spouses. We even meet our parents, siblings and children, to be fair. There is a first time we see a human being, look into their eyes and find out who they are.
I came to realise this and more when I seized the opportunity to save a little money and dive into the unknown.
And all this happened because I was visiting Wrocław for a day and the flights to London were so ridiculously expensive that I decided to fly from Prague for a fraction of the price. This involved staying there overnight, which I did at the charming, conveniently located and very friendly Hostel Downtown. And I don’t think I could be any happier for this little adventure.
I arrived by Blablacar in the early evening and having made my 21-century-enabled way to the hostel, I left my backpack in the room and went downstairs to where evening activities were taking place. I arrived just in time for the last task – the plank, which I held for and unround and underwhelming 2 minutes and 37 seconds (sadly not long enough to win a chocolate medal). After this peculiar and oh so healthy introduction I found myself in an escalating whirlwind of adventure.
I met a great number of interesting people during my short and sweet stay in Prague. I met an Australian girl, Samantha, who is 18 and quit high school to pursue a career in make up and styling. And after doing a course went backpacking in Europe. And you know what? That’s great. Having your shit together can really be overrated. Nobody wants to find themselves at the ripe age of 50 regretting the choices they made (or more often didn’t make).
I met Dylan, a wonderful Irish guy who travels around Europe with his guitar playing gigs and busking. He taught me a bit of guitar. I taught him a bit of piano. He performed Fast Car by Tracy Chapman for us.
I also met Katie, a marvellous girl from Ireland who worked at the hostel and she shared the list of her favourite hostels with me. Which gave me an idea or two for the summer.
- London – St Christopher’s Hostel
- Krakow – Lil Havana Party Hostel
- Berlin – Pfefferbett Hostel
- Amsterdam -The Flying Pig Hostel
- Vienna – Wombat’s The Lounge Hostel
- Budapest – The Hive Party Hostel
- Portugal – Old Town Lagos Hostel
- Iceland – Loft Hostel
- Prague – Hostel Downtown
- Barcelona – Sant Jordi Sagrada Familia Hostel
Katie also told me about the World Bodypainting Festival in Austria which I fully intend on attending. Like I had no idea this kind of thing even existed. It. Looks. Incredible.
Her lovely, heart-warming friend Lesha, who is vegan, told me quite a bit about veganism and shared her breakfast with me the following day.
And all together we went to one of the strangest bars I’d ever been to (I’d even be prepared to say that it beat the fiercely odd competition and topped these particular glamorous charts).
It was basically a huge unfinished cellar with music from Buena Vista Social Club playing in the background. It was like a drug den (in the best way possible!) minus the drugs (I think?).
The further in I went the more intriguied I became by the um… particular interior design and layout. All drinks were served in jars, including the shots which were served in the tiniest and most adorable little jars that mankind has manufactured. Tins could be found everywhere and candles rested on little towers of melted wax rather than candlesticks. But the people were friendly and the Sljivovica abundant.
And at some point we bumped into the tallest dog I had (and still have) seen. Tall to the extent that you feel thrown off track wondering if there really are no drugs around and if so, if the fumes are well and up in the air affecting your mental faculties.
Unfortunately I do not have a picture of that dog. It might have a picture of me though.
Once we got over that experience there was more to surprise us, the whirlwind continued as we bumped into and got acquainted with more people who came to visit the marvellous and quaint city that Prague turned out to be.
All those strangers with their smiles and laughter and sense of humour and their intricate ways and personal sense of adventure made my little trip amazing.
When you get to travel like this you are reminded of the incredible variety in the world. One can be nothing if not grateful for all these kind wonderful people and being reminded of the fact that there are no strangers. There are only friends you haven’t met yet.
And on top of that I got to fly for a very convenient 45 Euros (including checked-in luggage) with Smart Wings AND enjoy one hell of a stunning technicolour sunset upon landing. Win times a million.