A hostel world can be a hostile world when you’re in love or just wanna do it

Hostels are an excellent refuge for those of travelling on the down-low: cheap prices and lots of mates from many different countries and cultures. On the other hand … if you’re looking to take things to the limit with a fortuitous liason that resulted from a high-octane mix of beer and tequila, you just might find it’s not so easy to do, especially when six to ten unknown bedfellows are snoring in your midst. Let’s take things a little further… perhaps the problem is not doing it but DOING IT. I think you get my drift.

A while back I read an inspired article in Brave New Traveler which compiled a series of tips for calming those burning sexual embers in a hostal setting for star-gazing lovers and ravenous couples alike. As an alternative to an intimate and comfy crib, the writer suggested DOING IT in the broom closet, the closet, the loo or on the roof. Quite frankly, any of the above will do when you’re gripped with the itch and you don’t mind scraping your knees, elbows or other vital parts in a ketchup-stained area or industrial detergent-filled storage room.

Naturally, everything is much easier when you’re on the road. Even if you have a fellow companion shadowing you, you can can always appeal to his sense of solidarity and ask them to beat it. It’s also true that if hotels are your thing, your chances of hitting the mark drop exponentially. Ah, the dilemma of having the itch, but not a place to scratch.

*Just in case any of you who’ve been following us were wondering: No, we didn’t decide to do our ExperienceLess journey in a motorhome for this purpose.

Photo by: mr • p