The hostel that I stayed at for my two nights in Budapest was called The Maverick.
From the street, it didn’t look like much. Like in so many other parts if the city, the square and adjoining street were under heavy construction, with machines making a lot of noise from early morning to late evening. When I arrived here from the train station, I first thought, how is this going to go? Am I going to be able to sleep at all?
But as soon as I entered the building, all noise just disappeared. The building was old and huge, and with an entrance hall like this, I can just imagine what fancy people lived here when it was new.
I could almost hear the silk and satin dresses rustle when I walked up these staircases to the hostel floor.
The dorm was pretty similar to most other hostels I’ve been at, many beds crammed into a room, with books in many different languages on shelves of odd furniture. Except for the ceiling being, like, four meters high.
A pretty classy hostel, the Maverick in Budapest.
Katja Malmborg 