Backpacking, you either love it or hate it. Myself, I tend to switch sides depending on the variables. Lugging the heaving bag behind me, sweat sticking my shirt to my back, dust in my eyes, wanting the sweet relief of clean sheets and a hot shower… but instead arriving in a room shared with 5 other strangers and the shower clogged with hair. The bed sags in the middle and the bunk above has cigarette burns in the slats. Consistently throughout the night the lights flick on and off as roommates come and go, and not always on their own. Each morning you wake with the pungent smell of stale bodies which are strewn across their respective beds, usually an arm or leg hanging over and often a rouge testical or the beginning of a crack ... read more