Hostel Life

At an age when most of the guys prefer to settle down with a girl, I was thrown into a place unknown into an unknown place and into a hostel. I had no many friends in the city and I put up with an old friend as a temporary set up. Soon I felt the welcome running cold and I didn’t have to think twice about getting into a hostel.

YMCA runs a chain of hostels along with other facilities all around the world. Down here they have pretty decent hostels which are quite affordable. But it took quite a lot to adjust to the life in a hostel, which I was soon to find out.

Initially I got into a room at the top most floor with bathrooms that are covered with tin sheds. The roomie was a pretty good guy, trying very hard to get into some job. So he sat silently in his chair preparing for his exams. He seemed to eat very little except drink a lot of water. I had a quite lot of privacy except for the mosquitoes.

The first day I came into the room, it was a baking furnce. ‘Dude how do you manage here?’

As if hurt by my intimidation, he opened up the windows the next day letting in a stream of mosquitoes. The nights turned a nightmare for me, as I woke up due to heat or the M-bites. I turned around to see my roomie sleeping peacefully. I wondered how he managed to do that.

As soon as I realized I was slipping into deterioration on loss of sleep, I got offer for another one downstairs. Although I had no much hope for beating the mosquitoes, I hoped I could beat the heat and the offer for an attached bathroom was hard to desist. The ones at the top were hard to open as soon as you were inside!

The old one was very sad to see me go. May be it reminded him of the pathetic room he was in. Besides there was no cupboards. So you had to absolutely trust your mate. But you have no chance to choose your room mate!

The new one was a typical computer geek. He ended up here thanks to some scrupulous guys who conned him into their new college. He had enough money from Dad’s side but never utilized it for anything except computers. He totally cut out his food rations. This guy was good at helping me with my laptops. Besides he never switched off his fan and mosquito repellant. So I had some respite from my two worst nightmares.

The tough part was sharing a toilet that was very dinghy with a total stranger. This guy had a habit of immersing his laundry in the soap powder solution for days, filling our room with detergent smell. We rarely talked with each other. I simply stopped trying when he even refused to acknowledge my greetings. But he was a pretty good guy who had no problem sharing resources. Space is the rarest resource and to share it needs a large heart. The bathroom had problems with the door. So you had to guess the presence inside from the running tap. Once I got in for a bath when the roomie was asleep. I finished my bath closed the tap and took my own time to dry when he pushed open the door to see me in all my glorious nudity. He was so embarrassed and went on repeatedly apologizing.

After two months I have had enough of the hostel. I moved into a two bedroom flat with only me in it. I can walk naked or watch porn or cook food, no one would mind! Now I fantasize getting a hot girl to share the rent.