To NotSo Hostel

To NotSo Hostel

I was exhausted last night and went to bed early, but the spring break crowd was up late playing a heated game of Monopoly.  After a few hours I put my earplugs in and was dead to the world... slept great!  The hostel provides free grits, which the college group's advisors prepared with cheese, and I got their leftovers.

When the manager of the hostel learned I was going down the street to the NotSo Hostel tonight, she told me all kinds of nasty rumors about the place.  She wasn't trying to get me to stay -- she didn't have a bed to offer me -- she just wanted to spread some dirt, I guess.  I checked out the accommodations before checking into them, and her info appears to be out of date at least, if not completely unfounded.  It kind of makes me think less of her and her establishment that she said those things.

I grabbed some lunch and spent the afternoon sightseeing, but since I'm neither a Civil War buff nor an architecture connoisseur, I had trouble grasping Charleston's charm.  I'll try some more tomorrow.

The NotSo Hostel is a much larger place: more beds, more bedrooms, larger rooms, thicker walls.

Ben Fri, 03/11/2005 - 13:28