The benefit and curse of staying in a city hostel is that there is ALWAYS a reason to go out. It's always someone's last night, or a first night, there is always a birthday, free drink vouchers, or some pretty girl. After over a week of constant nightly excursions to one, two or three bars an evening I thought that a night in was in order... I'll just have some rye... and some cider... and an entire bottle of Smirnoff vodka on the steps of the hostel... it may be healthier just to go out.
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