Hostels are wayyy better in less ‘developed’ countries as well. Smaller, a million times friendlier and more personal, and so much cheaper for so much better service (in various parts of the Balkans, you’re looking at under a tenner per night for the best hostels in the city). I found it a lot easier to meet and chat to people in little hostels too.
memorable hostel experiences:
Budapest: kept awake from an afternoon nap by two people vigorously rutting in one of the top bunks.
Vienna: shared a dorm room with a British guy called DP who was off his nut. was rambling on about Princess Diana, thought the UN was convening in the lobby downstairs, actually said “I should have been a Nazi”, sat bolt upright with the light on all night watching my friend and I sleep, went into the bathroom and shouted “I’M NOT A JOURNALIST, I’M AUSTRALIAN!!!” at himself. when I woke up in the morning he was RIGHT by my bed, staring at me through the slats, and said in this terrifying voice “Have you seen my socks?”. (I had not.) absolutely terrifying at the time but excellent for anecdotes/in-jokes with my mate.
Munich: stayed in the 40 person dorm in the Jaegerhostel, it was £11 per night but fucking hell, 40 people sleeping in the same room. one guy woke everyone up at 4am with his Champions League theme alarm, which he switched off after people were getting angry with him, only for it to go off again 5 minutes later. also some drunk American guys tried to sort of kidnap us in the evening.
Ohrid (Macedonia): I chatted to the guy who owned the hostel about football on the day I checked in, then when I was up in my room feeling a bit lonely and sad, he came upstairs to find me and tell me that everyone was watching football downstairs and was getting pizza and did I want to join them
he fucked off on the last night of my stay to go partying with his stoner mates and left me and another British guy to be ‘in charge’, then paid me with a free cider on his return. in the morning, he drove me across town to the bus station, and when he found out there was no space on the morning bus for me, he drove me back to the hostel and then drove me back again in the afternoon for the 3pm bus! he was an absolute hero.