I hate fucking hostels...
I know what you're thinking. Jesus Jefe, hostels are great! Such cheap living in such a great communal and invigorating setting, what's not to like?

1. My painful fucking steel bunk bed that's like some metal sculptor's wet dream.

2. None of the bathrooms on my floor work.

3. Jack-asses who check into a hostel after midnight.

4. The crazy fucking middle-aged German guy who paces around my room muttering to himself. He of course is very friendly with your author. Ever since I mistakenly thought he was retarded and offered to help the crazy old bastard find the 3rd floor he's had a special place for yours truly.

5. It smells kinda funny.

At any rate, I just have one more night before I can look forward to the loving embrace of my own bed... just one more tortuous night and one more tortuous flight to go... Shit.

Nothing pithy comes to mind..
el Jefe