Gringo's Rincon Gang

Gringo's Rincon is one of my favourite hostels. It's a colonial old building turned hostel with a large wooden door.The kitchen is small, no television, no hang out lounges, there's only three showers, the owner is a bit of a character (he is always wearing orange gloves), and the wireless internet barely works. 

"Is this all the Gringo Rincon people?"

"No, give it another 10 minutes, more are on the way."

The people here tend to stay here for a long time, well, some like to leave but always find reasons to stay. We like to hang out in massive groups. I'll come back from the Spanish lessons at noon and find the gang playing shitface at the roof again. We join together to cook dinners. We ventured down the road for 2 for 1 drinks in the pub's courtyard. We hopped on taxis to the dodgy part of town's only local club. We jam the entire clubs and pubs full of our own and others that we snatched up. We see each other hook up with people and secretly smiles while fading away. We like to exchange gossip, about people in town and people staying here. We visits parks and cemeteries. We fight for the bottom bunks when people check out. We complain together on the crappy internet. We buy groceries off of each other. This place is crappy but nice. It made me feel better. Less homesick and better rested. 

It's usually the people we met not the places that makes good memories. But this place definitely has some kind of magic to it.