Day 335: Arequipa, Peru
I landed in Arequipa at 6am only to find out that the hostel I had researched in HostelWorld had been turned into an Irish hostel that is also in Cusco and La Paz and known to take parties to the extreme.
I hate it.
I hate the groups of gap years who know no Spanish and see no reason to learn.
I hate the menu of fish and chips, quesadillas, and even the bacon and cheese ‘toasties’
I hate that it looks like St.Patrick vomited all over everything.
It’s official I’m a travel snob.
I don’t know why you annoy me so much.
But tonight you and your Sublime-playing-beanie-wearing-clown-pants ways annoy me.
You never leave the hostel, the comfort of the Irish bar that could be anywhere in the world. You surround yourself with English thinking that someone from another Commonwealth country is so exotic.
Why are you even here?
I don’t believe there is one right way to travel. Or do I? I’m a hypocrit because I judge you for yours.
Tomorrow I will realize that I was once you and I did all the same things. And I will know that eventually you will look for more as well.
Why shouldn’t you have your gap year? Why shouldnt you be allowed to party as you want, only ever in the hostel, afraid to try street food or any food in a restaurant that doesn’t serve burgers.
Tomorrow I will have patience but tonight please forgive my rolling eyes.
Tomorrow I will not ask you to change, but I will change – hostels.