My First trip to a Hostel
The first hostel I stayed at was in Seattle in 1994. I got laid off from work and decided, after reading an old book about crab fishing in the public library (the Discovery Channel and Deadliest Catch didn’t exist then), that I was going to use my furlough trying to crab fish. So, I hopped on a train in my hometown of Buffalo, New York, and made my way to Seattle where the crab fishermen keep their boats.
I had never been to Seattle before and didn’t know anyone. Plus, I only had about $160.00 in my pockets when I got off the train and I didn’t qualify at the time for unemployment checks – what I had was what I had. Some people I met as I traveled up the west coast from L.A. heard me ask a cab driver where the cheapest place to stay in town was. They called over to me and said they knew of a good one. Moments later, they dropped me off at Hosteling International’s Seattle location. I’ve stayed at hostels ever since whenever I get the chance.
Now I'm Older
As a semi-retired empty nester, I want to share the experiences with other Baby Boomers and Generation Xers who have worked all their lives and now have the time and freedom to go on traveling adventures. Staying at hostels gives you a chance to save money while meeting and interacting with people from throughout the world!
A New Journey Begins
I’ll be starting a new hosteling journey this June traveling from San Diego up to Seattle. I plan on writing about the hostels I stay at and about what’s going on around them that people my age would typically appreciate – I’m big on laidback mellow stuff. I love seeking out quiet places to walk and contemplate life. I like historical places, museums, unique shopping areas, and other places of interests. I especially like finding dive bars where you can get a good priced beer and a chance to meet locals to ask them questions about what you learned when you walked around.
Oh, About That Crab Fishing Job
You might be wondering what happened with my crab fishing adventure. I ended up walking the docks at Seattle Fishermen’s Terminal asking people on crab boats if they needed help. That tactic led to a job on the Northern Lady. Not a fishing job mind you, one of the first things I learned about getting a crab fishing job is to NOT arrive just after the crab fishing season ends. I don’t remember reading that little tidbit in the book at the library – I thought they fished all year round at the time. The job I got was removing an epoxy-type coating the owner covered the boat with to prevent corrosion. It didn’t work…and it had to come off before the boat could be repainted. I think of those days every time I look at the scar I got when an errant grinder ran across my finger.
A year later, after many other experiences in Seattle, I returned to Buffalo.
Come Join Me
I hope you enjoy reading about the upcoming adventures and plan to join me someday. It’s well-worth the trip.