The older I get, the less I sleep. That is why I now value sleep more than ever before. To function properly I need between six and a half to seven hours of sleep now that I am on the wrong side of middle age. Getting enough sleep is particularly important when I am traveling in Eastern Europe. This is not easy for several reasons. One is that it takes a couple of days for my biological clock to adjust for the time difference between the United States and Eastern Europe. The other is that a good night’s rest is dependent on sleeping arrangements. No two rooms or beds are the same.
Ready for rest – Secret Garden Hostel in Krakow
Staying Home – The Irrational & Highly Personal
Standardization is not a strong suit of accommodations in Eastern Europe. Nonetheless, there are outliers based on history rather than hospitality. For instance, I recently stayed in East Berlin at one of those concrete conurbations that grew like mushrooms in the German Democratic Republic (East Germany). The building had been transformed from a communist youth camp dormitory to a hotel. In this case, the young communists were subjected to standardization. This made the hotel rational, but impersonal. That is not usually the case. In Eastern Europe, irrational and highly personal are the norm for accommodations. It is my experience that most hotels, hostels, homes, and flats have been retrofitted. Rental properties are a major source of income for Eastern Europeans. This is an effective way for owners to top up their income in a region where earning a living is difficult. Some of them can earn a living by renting out a handful of places. This is especially true in tourist hotspots like Prague or the coast of Croatia.
After communism ended, families were left with little more than their flats. Entrepreneurial ones who had access to cash or loans were able to purchase other flats at bargain basement prices. Others inherited flats or properties from family members. They could alter these to accommodate tourists. It is a strange and revealing experience to be met by the owner of a flat, who lives on another floor at the same apartment building. In Novi Sad, I met one owner’s son who told me that his mother owned multiple flats in the same building. She sent her son down to greet me because his English was impeccable. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last in which I had this experience. This is part of an evolution in offers of accommodation in Eastern Europe.
After the Iron Curtain fell, it was common for westerners to be confronted by old ladies offering rooms at cheap rates to anyone who showed up in a place looking for one. This was an affordable and adventurous option. I am also sure it was a memorable one. I have always wondered what it must be like to stay with a stranger that does not speak the same language. Sign language in the form of pointing was a standard form of communication. The amount of confusion must have been incredible, as well as incredibly poignant. Many things have changed for the better in the region since that time, but I am not sure booking rooms based on ratings and reviews is one of them. Trust is the most important unspoken aspect of travel. Sleeping in a stranger’s home takes a leap of faith. Those who took that leap had experiences they would never forget, for better or worse.
On the outside looking up – Oki Doki Hostel in Warsaw
Hostel Intent – Getting In Bed With Sofia
I have spent the night in well over a hundred different accommodations during fifteen years of travel throughout Eastern Europe. My experiences have run the gamut from good to awful. Sometimes, I have slept well in less-than-ideal conditions due to exhaustion. Other times, I spent the night tossing and turning in optimal conditions. Because sleep, or the lack thereof, can make or break a trip, my best and worst travel experiences have often been affected by it. Like anyone else these days, I often rely on ratings and reviews to decide on where to stay. Sleeping arrangements are not the crap shoots they used to be back when I did not carry a smartphone. I still booked my accommodation using the internet, but I was much more likely to take chances and book ahead only a day or two in advance. Planning and preparation can lead to pleasant experiences, but there is something to be said for adverse conditions. Spending a night among strangers can be unforgettable. The best and worst place to experience this is at hostels.
Travelers rely on guidebooks and various booking sites to tell them the best places to sleep. That still does not guarantee anyone a good night’s rest. Sleeping soundly requires more than just a nice room, firm mattress, and silence. I learned this firsthand during my early travels in Eastern Europe when I stayed in hostels rather than hotels or flats. This was before Airbn and I had yet to begin using booking.com Though I was already well past the age at which most travelers stay at hostels, I looked forward to the experience of meeting people who were young and full of energy. My first stay in a hostel was in Sofia, Bulgaria. I was already in my late thirties and did not relish the idea of sleeping in the same room with anyone, let alone a group of strangers. Fortunately, Hostel Mostel which is a legendary accommodation in Bulgaria among the young and footloose offered single occupancy rooms.
Looking up - Oki Doki Hostel
Making Noise – Fears of Intimacy
Having your own room is well worth the cost, but I learned that silence is hard to buy. The walls can be all too thin, even at the best of hostels. A group of my fellow Americans set world records for loudness due to excessive alcohol consumption during my first couple nights in Sofia. This led to me being bleary eyed for a couple of days in the Bulgarian capital. It could have been worse. At least they were not in the same room with me. My willingness to save money led me to book a room with four bunks at the oddly named Oki-Doki Hostel in Warsaw in the hopes of having no roommates.
Luck was not with me in Warsaw. Two of my roommates were a Taiwanese mother and daughter. They were unfailingly polite and extremely quiet, but sleeping in the same room with strangers was something I found unsettling. Getting up to use the bathroom was nerve wracking. I slept restlessly and made a mental note to myself never to share another room to save money. I had already paid a small fortune to fly from Montana to Warsaw, a couple of hundred dollars more in the interest of a good night’s rest should not have been a problem. I learned my lesson the hard way. This would not be the last time.
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