Three nights ago i arrived at my hostel after saying goodbye to my mum. I went in booked myself in for three nights. Got to my room to be greeted by three very stuck up french girls who never spoke to me and the biggest dump of a room ever. I was pleased when they were replaced the next day with three Irish guys, great. Apart from the constant snooring and farting they were really nice people. The hostel seems great and i immediatly made friends with some scottish lads and from there carried on chatting to loads of people from all over the place although mostly scottish.

In the past three days of being in the hostel it has done nothing but rained but i did manage to achieve a trip to the supermarket yesterday and today think im going to risk the rain and head to the aquarium and have a big night out planned so should be a laugh.

Apart from the hostel being bed bug ridden and my bed being six foot high (with no railing, im still alive though) the place is really friendly and there loads of people coming in and out to get to know.