Ben Barak
Google
An honest review about a hostel
9/10.
location; amazing.
staff attitude; trying.
general atmosphere; alive.
room conditions; Needs improvement.
I would have been happy to give a complete 10, but an unfortunate incident in the beer-pong competition that the hostel organized prevented me from giving the score wholeheartedly.
I will explain. The tournament included almost 20 talented couples from all over the island who competed for a prize of 50 dollars, but most of all, for the honor and glory.
So we started. The first two games were close to a humiliating loss, and we only won thanks to the time limit. As we advanced to the semi-finals, you could feel the tension in the air. We arrived as an underdog. Against us is a determined Jewish-Uruguayan team. The state of the cups was 4 on their side and 3 on our side. Then in their turn the two balls were put into separate cups - one last cup stands for us. The situation was bleak, and became bleaker when a new rule was floated saying that if both balls go in, the scoring pair gets another turn. In the dubious turn both balls were already in the cup, but with our quick blow we got them out.
Staying sharp: All my training in the Israeli Olympic squad came to my aid when we scored both balls in the same cup, causing the other side to go from 4 cups to a single cup!
Suddenly the dubious law was in our favor, and with the extra shot we hit the lone cup! We remained cool, because the final is still ahead of us.
We arrived at the final already really drunk, 2 liters of beer in half an hour. But so is the other team, so let's not focus on the negative.
The final game started shockingly, very quickly we reached the situation of 6 cups with them, and only one cup with us!
I looked at Tal with a look that said "all is lost".
Then he said to me: "Ben, imagine how it would feel if they lost feom here." The words of the American team captain in the 2013 America's Cup competition echoed in my head, the greatest comeback in sports history.
We stayed sharp. We put a pair of balls in the same cup - 3 cups remained. In the additional turn we received, 2 balls for 2 different cups - a single cup on the table on the hostile side. With an impressive arcing shot, Tal scored the ball into the last cup.
silence. I lost my sense of hearing for a few seconds. Excitement floods every fiber of my body. A feeling of elevation hard to describe, something between nirvana and divine revelation. But it wasn't a dream, we really won. We are the Bocas del Toro beer-pong champions for today's date.
We ran to claim the prize, because fuck the title, bring me money. It turns out that the money is not cash, but a balance to be used in the hostel's bar.
"Are you serious? I'm already after a bucket of beer and a few shots, do you think I'm spending 50 dollars on a drink now??".
Then Tal came up with the noble solution: buy 20 beers and distribute to the losers. I was not impressed. I follow my heart, and the heart wants money.