I awoke to what I thought was an earthquake. My bed was shaking violently, and I could hear the cries of a backpacker. O no, here we go again, just like Tokyo” I thought in panic as I prepared to make my escape.
But as I gathered my senses, I realized that these were not cries of fear but rather moans and grunts of passion.
To my relief, it was just sweaty drunken backpacker sex on the top bunk. An equally natural phenomenon yet one perhaps even more sleep depriving.
I unabashedly walked past them and into the corridor and relaxed in the hammock for about 45 minutes. When the coast was clear I returned to my bed in an attempt to sleep again.
As I approached the calm sea of sleep, the loft above suddenly erupted in a cacophony of squeaks and squeals appropriate to a cheap metal bed. It was another couple, even drunker and more vocal than the first. “Seriously!” I yelled in my head.
Once again I left for the quiet and cool breeze of the corridor hammock. After an hour I returned to my bed. This time sleep took me in just a few minutes.
Yet once again I was stirred awake. This time it wasn’t an earthquake but a flood. The floorboards of the loft above poured as if under a heavy monsoon.
In an instant, I realized that it was not rain water, but in fact the warm and abundant urine of the Mexican backpacker who had passed out drunk a few hours earlier.
Avoiding the downpour of urine in this hammock
Whether he had pissed the bed and it had soaked all the way through or whether he had thought the wall was the toilet , we may never know.
What I do know is that it was one of the most disgusting and angering moments in my backpacking career.
I was exhausted, it was now 5 in the morning and I had already accommodated two couples loudly fucking.
I’m pretty laid back and don’t easily get angry on the road, but this was the last straw.
“Hey you drunken son of a b*tch, you mother f*cker, go to the f*cking bathroom!”
When I heard no response, I gathered my pillow and blanket and hit the hammock for good this time.
And that’s how I got peed on for the very first time in Leon, Nicaragua.
In the end it though, it was all good hostel gossip and a good laugh.
do they really do this sort of thing? the f&@king couples i mean? isnt there any kind of ‘dorm etiquette’? …perhaps im just old, but i wouldnt dream of Scr£&ing in public lol…
bet the pee wasnt too nice either…but id cope with that more…
Haha, after enough Tequila anything goes I guess. This was a big time party hostel so I should of expected it. Most hostels are less crazy.
LMAO!!! Thats hilarious! Funniest story I read in a while! you’re rather patient, I would of gone mental with the first couple
Hahah, I guess I was in a compassionate kind of mood that night and didn’t want to disturb.
Wow, I can’t think of a fresher hell than being pissed on. Yikes!
Fortunately I was quick to respond and was only hit my the ricochet. :)
OMG dude that is so f*cked up but absolutely hilarious!! hahaha I’m sure I’m going to be telling this story on my next stay in a hostel! ;-) Did you confront the people the following day? What happened??
Haha, yea, I kind of smirked at all of them, half in good spirit half in a you f-ing a-hole kind of way.
Oh my god hahah! That sounds awful, but things like this make for the best stories!
That’s true! :)
That’s a night that’ll test your patience for sure! Be happy though, that first time of gettin’ peed on is over with. It’s smooth sailing from here amigo!
Good thing I have a lot of patients I guess. Yup, god willing it won’t happen again ><
Just another reason I’ve sworn off dorm rooms…
A worse feeling is knowing that you’re the culprit responsible for showing an innocent bystander after taking an innocent leak off the balcony.
haha, yea, maybe that’s why I didn’t give him as hard a time as I should have.
HA! That’s equally horrifying and hilarious. Hopefully it’s a one time thing in your life.
Yes, god willing, this will not happen again :)
Ew. Nuff said
Yep.. I’ve seen some gross things in a hostel (mostly stuff found under the beds), but this is the worst that I’ve heard. Do you need counseling after this incident? I think I would!
haha, I’ll survive! :)
Ouch. Sounds horrible. I had a crack addict fall asleep on me in the chillout area of a hostel in Paris once that was pretty bad.
Thats sounds pretty bad yea :)