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19 de abril de 2023
Destiny led me to this place. I had to come to Bangkok to do a short and tedious course for a month and was walking along Sukhumvit looking for an affordable place to stay with my backpack weighing 1 tonne. Just couldn't wait to drop it and settle in somewhere. Hostels in Bangkok are pricy compared to Chiang Mai and the north where I lived. An old cunning British spotted me with my load and pounced on the opportunity by being hypocritically friendly luring me to this hostel which lay hidden in one of the dark lanes of Sukhumvit for some perks in exchange, I think; it reminded me of my experience in India. I have traveled in the UK and it can be very difficult to stop and ask anyone for directions if you get lost and I was under no illusion that the old drunk had something up his sleeves. As he led me into the hostel, quiet, coded, and discreet exchanges took place between him and another British lad upon seeing me, quickly left his work on the laptop, another pounce, pulled out his calculator giving me 'reasons' why this hostel was better than the rest. I was too tired to even think, ignored all the sales talk, and just checked in. Another one of those 'farang' scenes in Thailand. If not in the second-hand bookshop, restaurant, or bar business - the hostel business, I thought. Tired and exhausted I was, the vibe and ambiance of this place were extraordinary. Something you wouldn't expect to find in the dark dodgy lanes of Sukhumvit. The place had an air of 'hippy-ness' to it and you could tell from the artworks which were drawn on the walls that it was run by Zoomers. The setting was casual yet discreet, the place was quiet (perhaps because of the low season), clean, orderly, well-equipped, and well-maintained. It was not a party hostel so if you are looking for a quiet place to spend some time in Bangkok, I would strongly recommend this place, fingers crossed. For the wild and unruly, there is a small table outside the hostel to smoke, drink, and frolic. The common area on the second floor without loudmouth Americans and an annoying hog breath and horny Afro-Caribbean who displayed an overwhelming lust for girls was quiet, peaceful, and tranquil; a good place to sit down, make yourself a cup of tea and catch up with your emails, errands or read a book. The dorms were cleaned daily and air-conditioned. There are big lockers, comfortable mattresses, pillows, and curtained bunks with power points and light inside. You can do your laundry for 30 baht and there's free breakfast. For 300 baht a day with breakfast included, I think it was value for money and it would be indecent to expect any more. You get toast, jam, eggs, cornflakes, oats, tea, and coffee - that's very generous of them! During the weekends, I used to chat with Naani, a friendly Burmese Nepali who worked there, singing Hindi songs. I inquired about the owner of the hostel and she told me his name was 'Maju' and that he was a Spanish-Japanese mix. Maju? I thought to myself. I
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