Stay away! I booked this so-called hostel three days in advance, traveled 11 hours, and arrived at 11:00 p.m., only to be told by the manager behind the desk—who seemed about three-quarters drunk or high—that they didn’t have a room for me.
I explained that I had made a reservation three days prior, and he responded, "First come, first served. I don’t care about reservations."
When I tried to reason with him, the TV was blaring. I asked him to lower the volume, and he jumped up, started yelling, and said, "Is this loud enough for you, homie? If you want a f***ing reservation, go to the Marriott. We don’t have rooms—first come, first served." He kept repeating himself and got in my face, trying to intimidate me while saying, "Loud enough for you now, bro? Or do you want me to speak louder?"
Exhausted from traveling all day, I told him I wasn’t leaving and demanded something—anything—somewhere to stay. I ended up sleeping on a 5-foot couch in the hallway, even though I’m 6'2". People walked by all night, the lights stayed on, and I barely got any rest.
Stay far away from this place.