I’d always heard Singapore was a spectacularly clean ‘eat off the floor if ya wanna’ litter free environment. In fact, I’d even told people that. It is! Unless of course, you’re doing it on a budget.
As I kicked through a sea of rubbish bags and empty beer bottles, following the worlds simplest map, I deducted that Wow Hostel just didn’t exist. Hostel world had lied to us and led us through the city and into a back alley of deception. A few amused locals came to observe the sight. Two lost tourists, bags on backs, maps in hands and brows dripping with perspiration, spinning in confused circles with no bloody idea what was going on.
After a few long and completely baffling minutes, James points down the street and announces “the map says it should be HERE!” We lug ourselves towards the direction he stated and see nothing but a few shop fronts (all closed for Chinese New Year) and tables of people drinking. Then we spot a door. A plain, wooden brown door. We clock an A4 sheet of paper cello taped onto the front. ‘Urban hostel’ the signage stated. My eyes flick up, low and behold above the door is another sheet of paper ‘Wow hostel’. Brilliant, we found it….oh….wow…..now we know how Wow Hostel got it’s name.