I had arrived in Austin, Texas the Sunday before Halloween. I was in town for a week prospecting for several job interviews. On arrival, the weather was cold and brisk, but as the shuttle made its way to the city the temperature gradually heated up by a warm and toasty sun. Sunday was quiet, calm and tranquil. The city was mostly vacant as I presume most of the Austinites were hiking or down by Lady Bird Lake. When the shuttle pulled into 26th and Guadalupe street, I noticed a large electric sign with an arrow pointing behind the restaurant, "Drifter Jack's Hostel." The entrance was on the second level. The door had a small glass window, and as I peered in I instantly noticed the psychedelic murals dominating the walls. I rang the doorbell and was quickly welcomed by Monica, the hostel manager. She was warm and welcoming, and attentive. What struck me most about the place was the art. It was euphoric, strange, majestic and abundant! Monica answered all my questions about Austin, public transportation, what to do, what NOT to do, and so on. Once I settled into my room, I met a brit named Archer. He was a cool and smart dude! He studied robotic engineering, and we talked about everything from women, life in the US, life in the UK, traveling, and college memories. I later met more wonderful people from everywhere like Germany, Mexico, Canada, Detroit, New York, and many more. This place attracts some of the most brightest, funniest and interesting set of characters. …I had arrived in Austin, Texas the Sunday before Halloween. I was in town for a week prospecting for several job interviews. On arrival, the weather was cold and brisk, but as the shuttle made its way to the city the temperature gradually heated up by a warm and toasty sun. Sunday was quiet, calm and tranquil. The city was mostly vacant as I presume most of the Austinites were hiking or down by Lady Bird Lake. When the shuttle pulled into 26th and Guadalupe street, I noticed a large electric sign with an arrow pointing behind the restaurant, "Drifter Jack's Hostel." The entrance was on the second level. The door had a small glass window, and as I peered in I instantly noticed the psychedelic murals dominating the walls. I rang the doorbell and was quickly welcomed by Monica, the hostel manager. She was warm and welcoming, and attentive. What struck me most about the place was the art. It was euphoric, strange, majestic and abundant! Monica answered all my questions about Austin, public transportation, what to do, what NOT to do, and so on. Once I settled into my room, I met a brit named Archer. He was a cool and smart dude! He studied robotic engineering, and we talked about everything from women, life in the US, life in the UK, traveling, and college memories. I later met more wonderful people from everywhere like Germany, Mexico, Canada, Detroit, New York, and many more. This place attracts some of the most brightest, funniest and interesting set of characters.

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