Bunkhouse Bournemouth - Hostel

Five of us spent two nights in the spunkhouse. For the price, it was very good, just two minutes from the beach and right next to the co op and town center. The owner was hospitable, let us check in two hours early, and kept our bags until our trains arrived. He even upgraded us to a room with an extra triple bunk bed, which had only minor poo stains. There were free snacks too, including pre-chewed chewing gum on my friend’s bed. The owner’s refined art taste showed in the square of sack above the old fireplace, and my mate, who’s a potato, liked the potato sack material on the walls. They gave the room a rustic, comforting feel, along with the chipboard. The carpet was nailed together majestically, and the lack of extractor fans built up a homely smell. A hole in the ceiling gave us a morning breeze. With no seats or table, we got closer together. The shower had three jet settings that cleaned places never cleaned before. The fridge was cold, although everything put in it got a layer of condensation. There was a homeless man pressuring people for £20 by the ATM, so be careful. We learned from our first mugging. I was feeling ill one night, but a mouldy tissue in the wall comforted me. Don’t touch the brick wall, it crumbles lightly, and I kept waking up with rubble on my pillow. The fiberglass burst through the wall next to my bed. It’s clear they’ve put effort into reducing floor space with the ash can in the middle of the floor. The door was screwed on with gaps for peeping toms to watch you excrete. Every move on the mattress sounded like a trampoline park and filled me with childish joy. You get what you pay for, and this was unforgettable. All jokes aside, the best thing was the location and the owner’s hospitality.