I spent my evening at nearby Jinli Ancient Street, overindulging in tasteful snacks. Jinli is incomparably crowded with domestic tourists and foreigners alike, trying out activities like ear waxing, everyone seemed to have something edible in hand as they strolled and some were even dressed in the traditional 汉服 for impromptu photoshoots. Back at the hostel, a Chinese lady asked if I was heading to Sertar, a restricted monastic area only Chinese Nationals are able to access. She had booked a three day tour around the area for a mere 588 yuan and was wondering what to prepare. Besides myself, she seemed to be the only tourist in our dormitory for the night. The other ladies casually asked if we were travelling and when we asked the same question back, they replied with an arupbt no without further elaboration. Where we both washed and turned in early, the other ladies laid back in their beds watching dramas on their mobile devices, eventually sleeping in the dress and makeup they had gone out with hours ago. Later, I woke up at 3am to use the bathroom, one of my roommates was sick at the basin, having just returned to the hostel. My idea of backpacker hostels somewhat changed, on the one hand this hostel was a simple stopover for some of us whilst for others it seemed like home for a variety of reasons. Nothing’s better than a real home though, perhalps they simply needed a temporary roof over their heads as they worked in these Chinese cities.