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Molly’s first hostel experience =)

I can’t remember the first time I went to a hostel but I’ve always felt comfortable and I thought it was real fun. So today I’m going to tell you guys about my friend Molly’s first hostel experience. She wanted to travel, so we went together to Berlin and of course I was going to stay in a hostel, a place that she’d never been before.

But before that, I want to talk about Berlin a little bit more. I’ve got a few more places that I would like to tell you guys about.

Something else that I liked from this city was that it gives you many options to go on a tour. Yes, you got the traditional bus tours, as well as the walking tours. But you also got a Segway tour, that seems pretty cool I have to admit. You also got the Trabi-safari tour, basically you drive your own Trabi but you go with a group of cars and you follow the guide, who is driving the first car and explaining the sightseeing by radio.

As I said before Berlin is weird, is a strange city (not in a bad way). I saw a guy, hmm how to explain this, skiing in the street. Went to Friedrichshain, the neighbourhood full with graffiti, lots of bars with happy hour until 3 a.m., and found a market where they were selling drawers (not a chest drawer, just single drawers), and family pictures, no idea who buys this things, but I’ve never seen anything like that. You got photo booths EVERYWHERE, and I think that’s awesome =). And for you my vegan, vegetarian friends, there are healthy, organic restaurant wherever you look.

Another thing is the TV Tower, which is 368 meters high, it’s a big tower with a kind of disco ball on it. It can be seen from almost everywhere in central Berlin. It was built during the Cold War by Walter Ulbricht, as a symbol of East Berlin. On that sphere you’ve got a restaurant with an amazing view.

The Neue Wache, Central Memorial of the Federal Republic of Germany for the Victims of War and Dictatorship, is a place you shouldn’t miss. Inside of it you’ll fin the sculpture of the Mother with Her Dead Son. It’s placed under a hole in the roof, so it’s affected by rain, snow and every kind of weather. This symbolizes the suffering of the people.

Ok, let’s go back to Molly. So when I was checking for a hostel I had to take some things into account. I looked for a hostel with great reviews. One that looked clean and for a dorm with not too many beds (she didn’t like the idea of both of us and 6 strangers, so we went for a 6 bed dorm). I wanted her to feel comfortable, so she could have a good first experience.

Molly. She didn’t let me take many pictures of her

So we got there,  excellent location, very central. They gave us the key to the room, a really big room for a 6 bed dorm if you ask me. Kitchen was clean, bathrooms and toilets clean ( they clean them twice a day). And we were sharing the room with just one person, the rest of the beds were free. Everything was going great until we meet our roomie, Smokey George (that’s the nickname we gave him), a 40 something year old man from Bulgaria that didn’t speak English and smoked in the room. A nice guy but almost impossible to understand, he also tried to take pictures of us, creepy.

The next morning was shower time. Waking up, getting up,deciding what to wear in advance, queueing, choosing a shower, hanging everything, making sure nothing falls to the floor or gets wet because the shower curtain doesn’t cover everything. This was a challenge, one that she didn’t really expect, specially because she got the damaged shower with no pressure LOL.

But I think that wasn’t the worst thing. I contacted the hostel before our trip to make sure they provided a blow dryer, and they said they had some. When I went to pick it up at the reception they gave me a toy-size one, that didn’t blow anything. It took her AAAAGESSS to dry her hair, at least 30 minutes.
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The second night wasn’t that bad, we had a new couple in the room, so Molly felt a little bit better having people her age. And we spent time in the common area playing games with people from all around the world.

By the last night, I think she appreciated it more. She was chatting with people, enjoying the whole hostel experience, with the young people and the older people that you get, with the hippy ones, the drinking ones, the couples and the weird ones of course.

So when we were at the airport I asked her “Did you like it?”. she told me she still prefers the Hotel life, she like unpacking EVERYTHING in the room, and a shower where she can put things down without being scared that they are going to fall on a puddle or having to wear flip flops. But she enjoyed the experience of meeting new people and the idea of the common area where everybody hangs out.

So this feels like a win to me. I felt a lot of pressure, I wanted Molly to have a good time, feel comfortable and enjoy one of the things I love the most. I felt the responsibility of taking care of her and making sure everything went smoothly. Hostels are a big part of my trip, I travel on my own so here’s where I meet the lovely people that I meet. If I go to a hotel I would feel really lonely and depressed, in hostels I meet people like me, travellers =).

Molly didn’t reject the hostel idea, so YAAAAYYYY. And guess what, I’m already planning a new adventure to take her  along ;). So sit tight, because they are more things to come. But guys if you’ve got any questions, or you want me to help you with anything, just leave a comment and I’ll write back to you. See you soon.