My first and last group hostel
I love that AFAR aims to capture the moments that make travel so amazing, because I preach that concept everyday, but this one made my top 5, and not because it was special. No, my best friend and my trip to Costa Rica was special for many reasons--our first trip with just the two of us, therapy for break ups, neither of us had ever been, etc--but our first stop at Arenal provided one of those travel stories that made this trip distinguishably ours. Aiming to see each major attraction in just a week, we only allotted one night in Arenal, and everything went wrong. It was too cloudy to get a good view of the volcano, there was of course no lava on either day we could've seen it, and we elected for a group room at our hostel to stay on budget. That's where we went wrong--my first night in a room with eight girls and therefore six strangers was interrupted with Becca yelling my name over and over to get my attention only to realize I wasn't the girl in front of her peeing on the floor in the middle of the night, I was still asleep in oblivion. You heard me, a girl came down from her bunk, squatted, peed right there on the floor, and went back to bed as her urine spread to everyone's luggage. We flipped the lights on, alerted the girls of this disaster, and dropped our jaws when they turned over and kept sleeping completely disinterested. In the morning we watched all of our roomies walk around barefoot having forgotten the incident entirely. Just another day of backpacking.