Leeds Hostels

Don’t not stay here. Avoid. So first of all the owner was very intense and makes you feel uncomfortable. He slept in reception on a sofa which we thought was strange. Went to the toilet in the night and got told to go to bed while he was laid on the sofa. When we first arrived he was bossy and rude and made up go on a tour of the whole building which he bossed us round. The whole place is dirty and needs done up, the toilets stink of urine and the toilet seat came of every time it was used. The room we were given for 6 of us was tiny, the beds were awful. It did not have enough plugs at all. The carpet was stained and dirty. You would have to pay me to stay here again, avoid at all costs and pay more to stay elsewhere. It had bars on the window like jail.

My friends and I meet up in Leeds annually every February as it is a fairly central location and a lively and enjoyable place to catch up and reminisce on stories of old. We booked the art hostel as it was reasonably priced and looked an interesting and quirky accommodation. Upon arriving we were met by a friendly young lady wearing her who checked us in and pointed us in the direction pyjamas at no extra cost. Our 8 bed room was made up of 4 bunk beds. Each bed was like an enclosed cabin with a window to climb through to get into bed. The room was clean and neat and came with a free pokemon card. When seeing the setup i thought the top bunk would be quite an unique change to the norm so I left my bag on the top bunk and left the hostel to endulge on what can only be described as a disgraceful day of debauched drunked nonsense in Leeds city centre, a short walk away from the hostel. I can't actually remember getting back to the hostel, nor can i remember negotiating the step ladders up to the top bunk. My only rather vague memory is the searing pain and the stomach churning thud as my head bounced off the unforgiving wooden floor of the room after I somehow managed to fall out of bed in my sleep. I've since been told that I picked myself up off the floor and composed myself on a chair by the window that I can only assume the staff have positioned for this very reason although I can't actually remember this. I awoke this morning in my comfortable and clean top bunk bed with what looks like a blue egg on my forehead above my right eye and dried blood slathered across my brow and matted into my shirt which it seems I had failed to remove before embarking upon an otherwise gloriously comfortable slumber. Im not sure if it was the hangover or the head injury that caused the feeling of blunt knives being rammed into my eye sockets. Whatever the cause, it was rather painful. To my surprise I got little sympathy from my six ”friends” and room mates for the night. The proceeded to laugh, empty the contents of my bag over the floor, throw my socks out of the window and generally tease me about my misfortune. All in all a wonderful experience and one id highly recommend to anyone. 5 stars