I’ve slept in a lot of weird, weird situations throughout the past eight years of traveling: on the side of a road in Cambodia, on a mattress in a maid’s closet in Malaysia, in a homeless shelter (I thought it was a really crappy hostel until old men started showing up and unfolding lounge chairs all around this big room) also in Malaysia. I’ve also stayed in some of the world’s best and swankiest hotels in Indonesia and Mexico, but I find that hostels have always been my favorite places to stay.
