Hostel

Savannah, GA

Last night was my first night every staying at a hostel. I entered a bit leery of staying in a room with other people, in bunk beds. After checking in and not finding anyone to go out with, I ventured about Savannah. I made a journal entry (Boba!) and began to walk around town. It was a clear night and a breeze blew through the streets. I walked and walked a little more. I’d duck into a bar, grab a to go, and walk. I didn’t have much interaction with anyone.

I heard a guy play a little Van Morrison in an Irish place. That was cool. But he stopped and I headed out. At one point, I tried to walk to the river. I ended up in a place where I did not want to be. That was uneasy, as I walked head straight, hands by side, and heart a pumping. But, all I got was a what’s up and I found my way back to touristville.

I made it down to the river just in time to see a street performer with an audience of 50 or 60. Me and my drink walked by just behind a couple the performer came up to and shouted over the loudspeaker, “Mom!” and gave her a hug. Lucky me was walking behind them, alone, and the performer decided to include me in the act. “Hey, there’s the guy without a date!” he said to me, and to the crowd. They laughed. I stopped. I can have a temper. I paused, raised my arms, and smiled. I walked on.

I had no retort. No comment about his momma. Nothing. Of course, they all popped in my head as I walked on, but it was too late. Not a big deal, but to a single 28 year old, it stung a bit. I wanted to tell him what I was doing, but that was not the time or place.

With slumped shoulders, I made my back to the hostel. As I walked up the steps to bed, there was a beautiful girl from Sweden. She was very similar to Tiger Woods’ fiancé. She said she’d been reading my website and wanted to get to know me better. Oh wait, that was the dream I had.

I met a guy from Germany and shot the breeze from about midnight until 1:15. He was cool and traveling from Greensboro. He shed some light on hostels and the whole travel thing. The other people there were a couple from somewhere foreign, an older guy (a bike rider), and the guy up front. I said hello to everyone, but the German guy was good to meet. It was good for me to talk to him and I think he was glad to have met me.

I decided a hostel is the way to go, especially to meet people. You have to get over a bunk bed with a plastic cover on the mattress and not much privacy. All in all, good stuff.