Oh, how well I remember the 3 Ducks Hostel. Well, I guess it was only a week ago. As we walked in, the Hostel appeared to be a bar. The guy behind the counter was Brititsh. YAY! He gave us our room number and we left to go see Greg, who had already arrived. As we walked through the back door of the bar, we noticed we were in a courtyard, where it was raining. We walked up the narrow stairs and into our tiny four person room. Luckily, a fourth person never showed up. We had a leaky sink, a pillow and a blanket. Needless to say, after grabbing some grub, we all went to bed, in our clothes even. The first nights sleep wasn't good for me. Although, it did ultimately last 16 hours.
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