You see this lad or lassie, at first, sitting alone. They are easily approachable, as well as eager to approach. I love these cats. They are some of the most entertaining, and consequently some of the biggest lushes. However, they are capricious creatures with more mood swings than Van Gogh, due to the recent tragedy of their significant other cheating on them.
And trust me-they won’t let you forget about it. Especially after a night of drinking.
During the day it is all rainbows and unicorns- the conversation flows from the birds to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, to hell, Snuggies. But once the drinking begins, they can’t shut up about their ex. At this point, everyone in the hostel knows every detail to the story. Even the name of their “song” is common knowledge. Well, what it was before that dirty *#(@&$*# cheated, that is.
It’s getting to be a tad pathetic, and everyone genuinely feels sorry for the poor guy or doll. We all offer advice, an ear, a shoulder, and/or common stories to attempt to relate. Because lets face it- backpackers are sentimental folk, and most of us have been there at one point in our lives.
But in the end, the beauty to traveling is that by this time, when everyone is closely approaching the peak of annoyance….it’s time to migrate to the next city along the bus route, and start fresh at a new hostel.
Ob-la-di-Ob-la-da life goes on, brah.
Nomad Notions 
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