I’ve just returned from an amazing week in Kenting and I’m bubbling over from the excitement that I associate with traveling. Trying new foods, seeing beautiful views, and participating in fun-loaded activities certainly make a trip great; but its the people you do these things with who will give you the best memories.
The people I met this week at my hostel were tremendous. We had a great time exploring the area during the day, chilling at the beach, feasting on delicious food, and hanging out at night. There was this laid back feeling present and we stayed up all night, every night, talking and laughing. On her day off, one of the owners took us around to her favorite areas which was completely devoid of the many tourists who flock to Kenting.
Which is why I felt like writing about hostels in general. In America (or at least Texas), not many people seem to actually know what they are. My friend’s dad was shocked that we were actually going to be staying in them as only “swarthy men” went there. Other people back home give me the yourefuckingcrazylook if I mention staying in them as they seem to confuse hostels with brothels.
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