Hostile Hostels (1)
Trip Start Mar 11, 2011
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Where I stayed
RK Hostel, Little Italy
What I did
USS Midway Museum
It's surprising that we managed to get any sleep at all. Most of the time I was just getting annoyed, staring at the oversized flat sheet messily tucked into the bottom of the top bunk. It really should've been a fitted sheet! All the while I couldn't help wondering who might be looking into our window
You see, all wasn't rosy during our stay in SD. Us free spirits booked from day to day at Lucky D's and when the weekend came they were already fully booked. Doh! It was Pride weekend, don't you know! Online checks revealed that the only hostel with availability was RK Hostel. And slowly we discovered why...
Approaching the place up the steep hill, it looked presentable enough. It was in the quaint neighbourhood of Little Italy, after all. But just inside it became apparent that it was still a work-in-progress. The labourers were also the receptionists, and the reception office was actually a CCTV control room. The only redeeming feature of this place was our Eritrean receptionist who fist-bumped us when he discovered we were his African brethren. You don't get many travelling Africans for obvious reasons, so coming across two at the same time is a very special day! We got "upgraded" to the 4-bed dorm room for the price of the 8-bed but later we discovered THAT was the room they were busy DIY-ing.
So we got settled, explored the USS Midway museum at the pier, returned, had a shower and explored the so-called hostel
The annoying thing is that the kitchen was totally not set up for communal use - the stove was flush against the wall. It was tiny with one fridge and one sink. To say the kitchen was poorly equipped would be an understatement. It was NOT equipped at all - a few plastic forks in a tub, 3 wobbly plastic plates and a couple of equally wobbly pans. Despite a notice that read: Complimentary tea and coffee, there wasn't any in sight. So I asked my Eritrean brother for some. He scratched in the "Staff Only" area, reappeared with hot chocolate and then disappeared. Er, ok, we can do hot chocolate. But... where's the cups? Back to the CCTV room to get paper cups! And they'd been open for a year already?
Moral of the story: Avoid this place like the plague! This is a halfway house trying to jump on the backpacker bandwagon. Two different target audiences with totally conflicting moods and agendas.