After three days on the beach, the Hawaii Hostel came as a bit of a shock. Tucked between glitzy shopping centers in one of Singapore's many upscale shopping districts, the Hawaii Hostel is a relic of Singapore's less prosperous days. We hauled our bags up two flights of musty stairs, picked up our key from the friendly guy at reception and walked up another two flights of stairs to the third floor.
The hall was lined with dirty mattresses and broken furniture. Behind our door, we found a single bed, corner shower stall and bedside table with chair all crammed into a tiny, windowless cell of a room. But that wasn't the worst of it. Our entrance had stirred the resident cockroaches and as we stood in the door way, we watched as they all scurried for safety.
1:30 in the morning on New Year's Eve found us squashing cockroaches, piling our bags on top of each other on a table pulled away from the wall and laying down, fully clothed, with the lights on and trying to get some sleep.
The next day, we got out early to do some sightseeing and to see if we could find a new hotel for the following night.
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