Two days and two nights into my stay in Puerto Vallarta, I finally leave the hostel. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to explore this great city before now. Things continue to come up that keep me in and enjoying the amazing accommodations of the Oasis Hostel.
Living in a hostel for a week is like living in a house with a bunch of college students. Everything gets shared. Privacy is on short supply. Consequently, you can’t avoid meeting people or sitting around and talking for hours — or even days — in a hostel. These are the kind of connections that last years beyond the stay, and they happen organically in a hostel. They don’t happen so easily in a hotel. And so the only real drawback to staying at Oasis Hostel has been that I haven’t seen a bit of Puerto Vallarta.
Do I care? Nope! I’ll explore the streets some other time. They’ll still be here. Until then, it’s party time.
Tonight I’m hanging out with Ty and his friends. Ty works at the hostel and enjoys showing guests the party scene in Puerto Vallarta. Our only plan for the evening is to go downtown and drink as affordably as possible until sometime in the morning when the sun comes up.
The twelve hours of greatness that follow cannot be explained in words. I owe a big thank you to Ty, Horacio, Allan, Guadalupe, and Monse for the incredible evening on the town.