I stayed at this hostel in Istanbul that had poop and puke (from the people who have been drinking heavily at the rooftop bar) in all the toilets. To be fair, t wasn’t the hostel’s fault, that city block had to turn off the water supply for some reason and it didn’t come back on until hours later. Poop and puke smells were so bad (it got to the dorms) that we decided to go hang out in Taksim until 0300 instead.
When you have down time at the hostel, go to the common room drinking tea, eating chocolates, or in my case in in Barcelona, jamon Iberico. I offered it to this guy and he ended up being one of the funniest people I’ve met. He even came along with me to Seville! My greatest friendships have started with me saying hello first.