It is bad when your first impression of someone is that they have a foul odor, it is worse if you are paying $25+ per night to sleep in the same room, and worse still if there is a perfectly good shower, not 10 feet, down the hall. This was the experience we had with one of our roommates in Sydney. The nickname "Stinky", was assigned to sprinkle humor, but it did little to diffuse the smell. We ran into another stinker in Adelaide, though he was assigned "Sleeping Giant" due to his size and daytime sleep schedule.
Our latest, and hopefully last, experience came at the Tinbilly, where we entered our room to find a large glass bottle of cough expectorant on the floor. This not what you want to find near your bed in a foreign country, whilst on vacation. We immediately wondered aloud whether he knew that expectorant was different then suppressant; in fact, their purposes are completely opposite. Our fear was confirmed when "Cough Expectorant" wandered into the room around 2am took a couple of big hits off the bottle, then lay down in a coughing fit to go to sleep. We were then awakened several times during the night to the hacking of Expectorant, who rould hack in the bathroom for several minutes, then return, take a couple of hits from the bottle to "quell" the coughing. . . with predictable results.
Ryan proposed the theory that perhaps hostels serve as vagrant training programs, where young people get a taste of the bohemian lifestyle while they can still get a credit card in their name. Then, with financial means exhausted and the grip of the bohemian deepset, they retreat to the streets, a new generation of vagrants.