…except for that awkward moment when you have to stand on the porcelain edges of the shower because the water is so clogged. And still won’t go down after you turn off the shower head.
Then you’re interrupted when someone knocks on the door because sewage has started coming up from the drain next to the shower.
I had to proceed to slip on my jeans, still soaking wet, grab my clothes, shower stuff, towel, and shoes - walk on the disgusting waste water, and then head down stairs. Where it dripped next to me on my way out the door to my room. I had to wash my feet in the sink of the hostel room, trying not to wake up the sleeping Polish man.
Sunday morning was definitely an experience.