I turn over, kicking the sheets and sighing deeply. I have trouble sleeping in new places. I jealously listen to the soft breathing of the other sleepers in the dorm room. Even though I have been backpacking and sleeping in hostels for a couple of months now, I am still left feeling a little unsettled sharing a room with strangers.
I think about how New Zealand has so far been a blur of adventure, in between the wonderful hikes and stunning scenery there was incessant partying, copious alcohol consumption and plenty of people from all over the world to share a hangover with. Being a lone female traveller there were plenty of opportunities for hookups, but that just wasn’t me. I was an old fashioned kind of girl when it came to guys.