Day 3: Culture, Causeways, War, Whiskey, and Rock n’ Roll

At 3:45AM, the door nearly shatters the wall as several of my hostel-mates stumble in. Clearly intoxicated they ‘chat’, or rather yell, in some unrecognizable foreign language (likely due to their slurs and such). Eventually they come to the realization that four other travels are trying to sleep and do …