Spanish Hobos
This story comes to us from a long time Hobo addict, AK Chatterjee. Read on, as the party unfolds:
“It was approximately 10 in the evening and the nightlife was just beginning at the Kabul Hostel in Barcelona. After an enlightening happy hour where we conversed with people from 12 different walks of life over tall, frosty Heinekens, it became readily apparent that we were in the midst of culture shock: 4 Americans, 3 Australians, a Brit, some Poles and a Swiss were confused on how to handle the fact that the bars and clubs don’t even begin to shake a leg until 2 in the AM. How could we blissfully pass the time until it was indeed socially acceptable to venture into the night? The answer was right in front of my eyes. The Hobo-Hookah. Another group of travelers had brought their smoking pipe to the main bar area earlier that night and it caught my eye. The sheer size of the hookah must’ve caused quite a hassle. I sprang into action and asked our nomadic companions if they’d like to join us in our balcony for some shisha before we headed out. People were in awe as I fashioned the Hobo together. What was simply a duty-free bottle of Absolut had now magically become a topic of conversation and ultimately a damn good time. We soon began attracting lodgers from all parts of the world. Perhaps the striking vision of true internationalism was when we crammed 13 people onto a 3 foot by 8 foot balcony overlooking the Placa Reial singing ‘Wonderwall’ by Oasis and puffing on the Hobo. It was a defining moment in my life. I realized that this was not merely a hookah, but could very well become a way of life as I gallavanted around the world.”
