The Ironies of Hostel Sex
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Chances are, most of you have probably encountered some form of hostel sex while traveling (and although reluctant to admit it, partaken in it as well).
These love-struck travelers usually try to sneak in some passionate sex during the middle of the night when they think everyone else is asleep. However, this usually never goes very well when you factor in the squeaky mattresses, the loud moaning, the perverted guy hoping to see some flashes of ass, and the now traumatized bunkmate sleeping on the top bunk bed…
While everyone has their techniques for ‘discrete’ hostel sex, the most ironic method I’ve seen is the people do decide to drape a blanket over their bunk. It’s like saying, “we want our privacy” but screaming, “LOOK AT US! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE SEX HERE TONIGHT!” at the same time.
My first experience of this was in a hostel in Brisbane. I walked into the room just as two travelers stepped out from their little “den of love” and walked out the door hand-in-hand. Of course being perpetually disturbed, I pointed my finger accusingly toward the “den of love” as another one of my roommates walked in, and asked, “do these guys have loud sex in there every night?!?!?” (great conversation starter, by the way).
Of course, he thought I was funny and bought me a drink.
And no, we didn’t have any hostel sex.