There is something bothering me for about a while. It is somehow related to my youth hostel experience, carefully made in Romania. First of all, I should start with a description of a nice room. Well, it starts with 2 days of total chaos, when no one knows where to go, where is the accommodation given, who are your roommates, and are there going to be only 5 this year, or 6? All of a sudden you get to be tormented by these thoughts, the night sleep is bothered by nightmares, by lists in which you cannot find your name, an angry secretary and I will stop here as I start o feel afraid remembering all these things.
So, you have a room, very small one, initially thought for 4 person, but given to 5 person, of course one of them doesn’t have a wardrobe and must beg for some room in the other ones. That wouldn’t be a problem if one of the girls wouldn’t bring with her another friend to sleep with, the entire year. So, there you have: 4 wardrobes, 2 tables, 4 chairs, 1 stolen fridge and 6 new friends or… not.
Well, the point on top of my thoughts was the idea of talking over phone while sitting/being in the bathroom, next to the WC. This is as serious as it can be: I was myself in the bathroom and right next to me, out of total silence, there’s a phone ringing (almost horror movie like), and she answers telling the one over the phone that she is doing a poo. Yep! And the entire conversation is going on a, squeezing voice, as having a poo and talking over the phone at the same time requires a lot of effort and experience. This is not the first time I am witnessing this, from smoking, talking to another person in the same toilet, to crying or singing things are no strangers to me, I have to hear them every day for the past 6 years now. I am not saying anything, you might be expecting an important call, but really, would you take the call if you would be in the middle of something … as shitty as that?
Tough one
I’ve heard about people installing a phone in their bathroom, but in this kind of accommodation? After the cleaning lady tries her best to make everything sparkle, you only need a maximum of 3 hours to see the toilet area, uhm, breathable. I guess no one knows what lies beneath that powdered face and foundation. A pretty face? Maybe…
To finish my post for today, the entire hostel is waiting for hot water to run in the bathroom as we only get it once in three days. Should I say anything else about the freezing rooms? Another time! Wish us luck! Romania rocks sometimes! Remember those times ?
