The start in the hostel

After the long journey I was really tired. I just wanted to shower and sleep.
I was assigned a mixed 6-bed room. Let's go to the second floor. Of course the stairs, not the elevator. I'm still a scaredy-cat.
When I arrived in the room, I was speechless. Two girls, one guy, shouting (fuck...blabla...fuck...bla), loud music, clothes, shoes, stuff everywhere. Suddenly one of them was naked, chasing the other around the room, then sitting on the guy. And I'm like 'okay, I'll leave then'. No one cared. Luckily it was no problem to change the room. So next was a 4-bed room with three guys. That was really okay, everyone was nice and uncomplicated. I went out for dinner a few times with one of them and he explained a few things to me and showed me around the city. There are such colorful birds here! And you can ride the train in the city for free. The shops are open 7 days a week. There is sushi and other (expensive) delicacies on every corner. There are a lot of skyscrapers that shine in the sun, in my opinion.
The hostel didn't shine. Being there took some getting used to, because you never have peace. Someone always needs the overhead light and the fact that the bunk bed squeaks and wobbles when you just scratch your nose doesn't help with sleeping at night. But three nights pass... and then it's time for couchsurfing!