The Hostel.

And on the 8th day, God said, "I've had enough rest. Let there be PARTY." And thus Green Tortoise Hostel existed, and it was good.


To tell the truth, before arriving here the only thing I knew about hostels was from the movie "Hostel" (and "Hostel 2"). Neither of which are known for their overwhelming reviews on hostels in general.

Thankfully, I was not murdered, raped, castrated, tortured, or robbed.

John, and his ever impressive telepathy managed to meet me at the airport within minutes of arriving. Thanks to him I managed to make it to the door you see here on the left, with a stomach full of Indian curry no less.



Here is a link to a picture of MY BUNK. My home away from home for 8 Days/7 Nights.