Earstou
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2003
Hostel in Moab, Utah. We had planned on camping but all the campsites were full. No hotels available and the B&Bs wouldn't take us because we had a child.
This was not a youth hostel, but an old house that housed quite a few men (never saw any women or children). When we walked in, everyone sitting in the large living room, turned from the tv and stared at us. The room was packed with men sitting on benches along the walls and sofas in the middle. They watched us as we checked in and as we ascended the stairs to our room upstairs.
We had to share the hallway bathroom, which had a hole where the previous doorknob had been. We got up to leave as soon as it was light. Discovered then that we could see through the floor into a room downstairs! As we came down the stairs, the tv watchers were still there, staring at us as we left. It appeared they had all slept there.
Really strange place.
This was not a youth hostel, but an old house that housed quite a few men (never saw any women or children). When we walked in, everyone sitting in the large living room, turned from the tv and stared at us. The room was packed with men sitting on benches along the walls and sofas in the middle. They watched us as we checked in and as we ascended the stairs to our room upstairs.
We had to share the hallway bathroom, which had a hole where the previous doorknob had been. We got up to leave as soon as it was light. Discovered then that we could see through the floor into a room downstairs! As we came down the stairs, the tv watchers were still there, staring at us as we left. It appeared they had all slept there.
Really strange place.