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Worst Hostel – After a glowing review in Lonely Planet we settled on a hostel in Glasgow for a two night stay. For the life of me I can’t remember the name but it’s not important as I’m sure it’s closed now and thinking about it was possibly closed even when we stayed there in 2004.

It was shortly after knocking on the door and finding it answered by a man better suited to queing up at a methadone clinic that running a hostel I started to have some reservations about the accuracy of LPs review. It’s total lack of signage also added to the feeling of unease but in the spirit of adventure and it being 10.45pm we paid out 10 quid for the bed (“cash only. No we don’t have any change”) and headed up to the room only to find it bare except for a mattress on the floor, no sheets or pillows to be seen. Convinced we’d got the wrong door I checked the next one down the hallway to find it not only missing the matress but it had no glass in the window!!

There was no way I was taking this crap so charged downstairs to accost our substance abusing host. He was nowhere to be seen.

It was about 30 minutes later – after discovering there was no hot water, a lack of electricity in the hallways and the kitchen housed a single broken toaster and nothing else – my increasingly shrill and icy ex-girlfriend (“how could you book us into this place? This is your fault”) found a note from junkie boy advising us he’d been “called away to Edinburgh on business”.

This, I decided, was code for “gone to score some smack”

Basically we were left alone in a squat and had paid 10 quid for the pleasure on the advise of the “Travellers Bible”!! In an effort to get the experience over with ASAP I headed to the “bedroom” for some sleep. This chioce was made easier by my beloved who had already locked herself in the bathroom, presumably to hatch plans for my downfall in return for making her stay in a hovel.

Morning came and finding myself still alive and with a full compliment of internal organs we headed into town to find more suitable digs. The owner of the next hostel just laughed when we told him where we’d stayed the night before and would only say “I’ve heard some bad reviews” Classic Scottish understatment!

In short WORST HOSTEL EVER but as far a squats go it was pretty damn flash!

Worst Hostel – After a glowing review in Lonely Planet we settled on a hostel in Glasgow for a two night stay. For the life of me I can’t remember the name but it’s not important as I’m sure it’s closed now and thinking about it was possibly closed even when we stayed there in 2004.

It was shortly after knocking on the door and finding it answered by a man better suited to queing up at a methadone clinic that running a hostel I started to have some reservations about the accuracy of LPs review. It’s total lack of signage also added to the feeling of unease but in the spirit of adventure and it being 10.45pm we paid out 10 quid for the bed (“cash only. No we don’t have any change”) and headed up to the room only to find it bare except for a mattress on the floor, no sheets or pillows to be seen. Convinced we’d got the wrong door I checked the next one down the hallway to find it not only missing the matress but it had no glass in the window!!

There was no way I was taking this crap so charged downstairs to accost our substance abusing host. He was nowhere to be seen.

It was about 30 minutes later – after discovering there was no hot water, a lack of electricity in the hallways and the kitchen housed a single broken toaster and nothing else – my increasingly shrill and icy ex-girlfriend (“how could you book us into this place? This is your fault”) found a note from junkie boy advising us he’d been “called away to Edinburgh on business”.

This, I decided, was code for “gone to score some smack”

Basically we were left alone in a squat and had paid 10 quid for the pleasure on the advise of the “Travellers Bible”!! In an effort to get the experience over with ASAP I headed to the “bedroom” for some sleep. This chioce was made easier by my beloved who had already locked herself in the bathroom, presumably to hatch plans for my downfall in return for making her stay in a hovel.

Morning came and finding myself still alive and with a full compliment of internal organs we headed into town to find more suitable digs. The owner of the next hostel just laughed when we told him where we’d stayed the night before and would only say “I’ve heard some bad reviews” Classic Scottish understatment!

In short WORST HOSTEL EVER but as far a squats go it was pretty damn flash!

Worst Hostel would have to be Challis Lodge in Kings Cross!!

Left there with a shit load of bed bugs. Worst then hostels in third world countries!

Worst Hostel would have to be Challis Lodge in Kings Cross!!

Left there with a shit load of bed bugs. Worst then hostels in third world countries!

Through my years of travel, I have been surprisingly fortunate and haven’t had anything terribly horrible in regards to transport/hostels. However, I will add to the worst tourists as being drunk Englishmen having an international stag party.

Through my years of travel, I have been surprisingly fortunate and haven’t had anything terribly horrible in regards to transport/hostels. However, I will add to the worst tourists as being drunk Englishmen having an international stag party.

Worst airport staff has to be British Airways at the London Heathrow airport – missed by plane from London to Sydney due to delays with BA from Vienna to London. Ended up waiting from 9 pm until 3 am in the morning for a bus transfer & hotel voucher…. got thrown out of the Heathrow terminal with a bunch of people at midnight without any given information! Am never ever flying with BA or via Heathrow again…

Worst airport staff has to be British Airways at the London Heathrow airport – missed by plane from London to Sydney due to delays with BA from Vienna to London. Ended up waiting from 9 pm until 3 am in the morning for a bus transfer & hotel voucher…. got thrown out of the Heathrow terminal with a bunch of people at midnight without any given information! Am never ever flying with BA or via Heathrow again…

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A friend of mine also had a similar experience with you. He was so disappointed and pissed because he missed an appointment in Sydney.

definitely agree with the worst toilet – it was just horrible i thought i would never get in to that train in Vietnam again