I have stayed in over 300 hostels in my life; the first one was over 17 years ago, in London. Since then, I’ve stayed in huge hostels and tiny hostels, one that are former prisons, ones that overlook beaches, ones with bedbugs, ones with the kind of atmosphere that encourages people to become best friends.
One of the very best hostels I’ve ever stayed in, however, is The Backpack in Cape Town, South Africa.
It truly was one of the best years of my life – a year of travel (from January to November), a year of friendship, a year of prospects in love, a year…
January: A month of leaving Malaysia, gold domes in Brunei, sumo in Tokyo, and saying hello. February: A month of good friends, and of sad goodbyes. March: A month of sumo in…