Kim and I arrived at Station Guest House in Budapest on recommendation from several of our fellow romanian archaeologists. We were only staying for the night as our flight back to the states was early the next morning. From what we heard, it was cheap, fun and clean. That’s all we really needed.
The hostel itself isn’t really much to look at on the outside. Considering that we were only staying there for a night, we didn’t care too much so long as it had a bed. Turns out, we probably didn’t even need the bed. We arrived tired from the long train ride and sad to leave behind our friends. In the 2 weeks that we had stayed there, we had developed close relationships with everyone and it was kind of a bummer that we weren’t going to stay for the full 5 weeks (later on we heard that we left at a good time since the remaining weeks were mostly rained out). We were greeted by a dog, a man who looked like a retired Hell’s Angel and a bunch of young, broke travelers just like us. Our spirits were lifted. Our spirits were lifted even more when we saw that they had a 24-hour bar and a free pool table.