awesome link of the day
Oct. 18th, 2002 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transmothrawoodstock hostel
this is the place Ria and i stayed at for our first ten days in Paris. we met a TON of great people there. the site sucks ass for content, and there's almost NO pictures of the place. in fact, i think they may have moved since '96, unless the "music room" and "internet room" (et cetera) they're talking about is actually just an old Tandy laptop in the lobby (which is also the lounge, and the bar) where a busted ukalele might now hang on the wall.
the place we stayed at was much more rustic than this place sounds. a microscopic kitchen no bigger than 5 feet by 3 feet, but a nice courtyard in the center (in between the neighborhood buildings), like a big square hole where all we round pegs used to congregate when it wasn't raining too hard, eating and drinking and carrying on like caterpillars on our way to a metamorphing (the Great Bris of the Soul, as it were). but dirty and cheap and friendly, with crazy communal everything and little hot water and oddly strict rules and checkout times.
of all the hostels we stayed at, i liked that one perhaps the best. although the last one, The Three Ducks ("Les Trois Canards"), also in Paris, woulda been great if they'd-a had that single (room) Ria wanted to get on our last night, rawr-pft!
this is the place Ria and i stayed at for our first ten days in Paris. we met a TON of great people there. the site sucks ass for content, and there's almost NO pictures of the place. in fact, i think they may have moved since '96, unless the "music room" and "internet room" (et cetera) they're talking about is actually just an old Tandy laptop in the lobby (which is also the lounge, and the bar) where a busted ukalele might now hang on the wall.
the place we stayed at was much more rustic than this place sounds. a microscopic kitchen no bigger than 5 feet by 3 feet, but a nice courtyard in the center (in between the neighborhood buildings), like a big square hole where all we round pegs used to congregate when it wasn't raining too hard, eating and drinking and carrying on like caterpillars on our way to a metamorphing (the Great Bris of the Soul, as it were). but dirty and cheap and friendly, with crazy communal everything and little hot water and oddly strict rules and checkout times.
of all the hostels we stayed at, i liked that one perhaps the best. although the last one, The Three Ducks ("Les Trois Canards"), also in Paris, woulda been great if they'd-a had that single (room) Ria wanted to get on our last night, rawr-pft!
