“I was so drunk last night!”

“Totally, remember when you were so drunk that you did that stupid thing?!”

“Wow, I don’t remember, because I was so drunk”

“You going out tonight for some drinks?”

“Yes I think so, what time do you want to start drinking?”

“Let’s start drinking at 9pm”

“Great idea, and until then, let’s sit in silence checking Facebook on our phones”

“Sounds like a great vacation”

– Every interaction between the guests of The Yak hostel.

I’m sure if you’re a 20 year old Israeli who’s only wish is to become unconscious every night, The Yak hostel must be heaven. It certainly isn’t out of place here in Playa del Carmen, the capital of bad music, cheesy nightclubs and tourist traps. But then again, neither are the thousands of pompous overdressed Europeans parading around the strip-mall drag that replicates an overpriced destination in the Med with startling accuracy.

McDonalds, Burger King, Subway, Starbucks, Haagen Daz, Ben & Jerry’s, Walmart - Playa has it all for the low price of exactly what you pay in North America.

To be fair, the actual hostel itself was pretty clean and decent.