7 06, 2017
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Showering (read: Attempting to Cleanse Yourself Using a Single Extremity) in Rural Hungary

More often than not, when traveling in Hungary, you will be using shower hoses, not mounted shower heads. This is a design choice I simply cannot wrap my head around. I mean, what’s the point? Sure, Amy Schumer makes a strong case for the shower hose when citing its astounding capability to reach all of your nooks and crannies—especially valid if it’s been a while since your last date—, but after spending a week exploring [...]

2 08, 2016
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The Subtle Snorer

By and large, I’ve had tremendous luck with hostel roommates (most notably in Milan with a trio of British bicyclists who pranced inside, moist and Spandex-ed, and proceeded to strip and otherwise strew their beautiful selves throughout the room). Sure, there were the disappointed-in-my-lack-of-Korean-skills sulkers and that one guy (not of the British set) who simply refused to put on a shirt, but no one homicidal, kleptomaniac, insane, or, most importantly, of that [...]

7 07, 2016
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To My Crazy Bunkmate, An Open Letter

To the sleeping woman sharing this bunk bed with me, I thought we could have been friends. I really did. When you came into the room after midnight and harrumphed your bag down on the bunk above mine, your warmth and grace had me all but ready to introduce myself. You only continued to charm when, having watched me— clad in but my boxers, flip-flops, and a towel—leave the bathroom to grab my [...]

3 07, 2016
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Yes, Ma, I’m Alive and (Feebly) Kicking

Scene: Noel, ever craving Chipotle and generally elusive in the blogosphere (apologies to the delightful people who care), heretofore the confounder of mammalian expectations for rarely sweating and being (relatively) hairless (traits that make for the ideal backpacker in that she can wear the same shirt for days without offensive odors [theoretically, anyway] and the same shorts for days without offensive stubble), simmers slowly on high, airless, soon-to-be-on-strike Italian train heat.   Beads [...]

1 07, 2016
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Oh The Places You’ll Go, Oh The Weirdos You’ll Have Strange Interactions With

My hostel has a poster that says something to the effect of “the people you meet while traveling are more important than where you go.” You’re telling me some Australian and Canadian twentysomethings with beards and Birkenstocks are more important than ALL OF SPAIN? Do these twentysomethings have a GDP of $1.393 million? Do they have art and castles? Do they have an unemployment rate of 22.7%? Probably yes, actually. [...]

27 06, 2016
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The 5 Hostel-Mates You’ll Find in the UK

The Snorer The amount of noise this person can produce while they’re unconscious is nothing short of incredible. It’s almost a gift. Unfortunately, that gift is going to keep you up all night unless you have some earplugs or noise canceling headphones. The Night Owl Everyone goes to bed around the same time. Everyone except for this guy. Just as you’re about to drift into peaceful slumber they stomp into [...]

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