Budapest: Water, Fire, and the Backpack Guesthouse
Saturday, October 15th, 2005I haven’t stayed at a whole lot of hostels in my time. So far on this trip, Bec and I have mostly bunkered down in private rooms, enjoying the, er, privacy. Budapest was a different story though. A friend of mine who had travelled through Eastern Europe just a few months earlier (and who is now in Africa, and spent a week tracking gorillas not too long ago. Tough life, I know) recommended a hostel in Buda, a bit out of the city, called the Backpack Guesthouse. And even with my limited experience sleeping in bunk beds trying to block out the snoring of my roommates, sharing a kitchen with 30 others, holding your hand on a button in the shower to keep the water flowing, and answering the same three questions over and over again; where are you from, where have you been, and where are you going, I’m positive that the Backpack Guesthouse in Budapest will go down as one of the greatest hostels I’ll ever stay in.
Dave