Pirate Hostel

Today marked the end of my private accommodation, which was a little sad, but I'd heard great things about the Pirate Hostel - and especially about Coco. Coco is the owner and genuinely a one-of-a-kind character. He seems like he was practically built to be a hostel owner: incredibly social, ridiculously energetic, and blessed with a superhuman memory. He seemed to know everyone's name, where they'd come from, and what they'd been up to. First, though, I had to check out of my current accommodation.

Unfortunately, I was making a bit of a habit of not checking out on time. I messaged the owner, and luckily, he said I could stay until 1 p.m. if I needed to. In a pretty accurate representation of my energy levels at the time, I was even late for the 1 p.m. checkout. Eventually, though, it was time to get back to reality and return to proper backpacker life. I made my way to the hostel and caught up with Lewis, one of the Aussie guys I'd met in Žabljak. I also met a bunch of new people who were already having drinks at the hostel, so I happily joined them and started getting to know everyone.

The hostel ran beach tours every day, as well as boat trips, so there was a constant stream of people coming and going. As everyone returned from their respective adventures, the drinking at the hostel gradually escalated. Inevitably, most of the group headed into town for the night. I decided to sit this one out.

I was still recovering from the hiking marathon of the previous few days, so I stayed behind with Erin. I was confident I'd make up for it over the next couple of nights. Despite doing very little, it was still a great first night at the hostel. I could already tell I'd found another place where it would be very easy to meet people and get caught up in the backpacker lifestyle. Once again, though, I don't have many photos, as most of the day was spent sat around a table talking nonsense.Read more