It’s no secret, I started to get hostel fatigue in Chile, perhaps it was because I had worked for one in Cuzco for a month. I just started getting tired of dorms, and I missed the great hostels in Ecuador where I could pay $8-10 and get a room instead of sharing one with eight other people.
Lately I haven’t been traveling in hostels at all, and I haven’t stayed in one in Maui until now. I really wanted to experience the full spectrum of accommodation, both budget and luxury to show that you really could come to Maui and have whatever kind of experience you want.
I don’t want the hostel experience.
I came off the flight from Moloka’i feeling a bit tired and ready for a nap. The girl at the hostel reception was cheery and full of energy and I remembered all those hostels in the past where I had such a good time.
But then I saw my room.
I opened the door to see I was sharing a dorm room with two other girls who were disgusting pigs. I could not do it.
I went back to reception to ask if there were any rooms with a free bottom bunk. I’m taken to a new dorm with only one guy, it’s just as spartan but he is cleaner than the girls so I settle in onto the white sheets concealing a plastic covered mattress.
I just want to be alone and have a nap but my friendly dormmate wants to have the mandatory are you on holiday/how long are you traveling…. conversation. He seems nice so I muster up some friendliness.
I consider taking a shower but then I remember I don’t have any shampoo because I’ve been using hotel toiletries and I also don’t have a towel.
A year ago none of this would have bothered me. I embraced hostels and loved the people I met. But tonight as I hear my fellow hostel dwellers starting to rev up for Saturday night I am kicking myself for not bringing the hotel shampoo from Hotel Moloka’i.
Instead of wallowing in my grumpiness I decide to hop in my rental car to find some shampoo. Because I may be the grumpy girl right now but I don’t want to be the grumpy girl with greasy hair.
Author’s Note: I wrote this in a moment of frustration, not all hostels are like frat houses but every once in a while they are really terrible. When I got back from Wal-mart I met another dormmate who was great and the next day we went out snorkeling. This is why hostels are great, you meet amazing people, even in the frat house-like ones.