Purple Monkey Hostel

I’ve spent a few years backpacking around Europe and stayed in plenty of seedy hostels. This one ranks among the worst. I have pretty low standards for hostels, and I absolutely don’t recommend this place. The room was in rough shape. The bedding was dirty, there was a damp, moldy smell around the hostel, and the room filled with cigarette smoke from the terrace when I opened its door. The door had no lock, the fans were the only cooling and ventilation, and the terrace door near the rooms shrieked so loudly that I’m surprised it didn’t wake everyone. People kept coming and going late. The bunk bed and ladder screws were loose, so they wobbled and felt dangerous. A broken metal plug stuck out of the outlet by the bed. The leather reception furniture was worn through, and there were three or four dead flies on the communal room beanbags. The TV looked like it had been covered and unplugged for years. I saw no signs of evening activities. There were roaches in the lockers and bathrooms, and bed bugs, or chinches. When I told the guy at reception, he got aggressive. I stayed calm and was just informing him, but he raised his voice and threatened to report me to the Tourism Police for saying that the usual response is to refund the customer and wash their clothes. Hospitality was poor too. Reception barely acknowledged me, with no tour, information, or smile. Someone who looked homeless was sleeping on the reception couch. I asked about it in a lighthearted way, and the receptionist grunted and went back to his computer. Wifi was bad, fluctuating between 0-3mbps, and my phone stalled even at 240p.