Carlos Einstein Hostel

Actually I could reduce my whole travel blog into just being a description of the hostels I’ve stayed at. Since they actually become your temporarily homes for a couple of days, the atmosphere, the meetings they generate etc. becomes fairly essential to your stay. When going to Masunte, a little beach on the pacific Coast, Johanna recommended me a certain Hotel Einstein were she had been staying 3 years ago. She did not recommend it because of nice cabañas, clean toilets, nor wonderful breakfast, but due to the owner, Carlos Einstein (if he was still alive, she added). The story does not reveal Carlos real name but a glimpse at him explained his nickname Einstein. He lives at the hotel with his son Edgard and some Quetzalis that work for him 3 hours a day to get a free bed to stay in. Carlos calls himself a shaman, acupuncturist, artist, dancer, painter, businessman and in the brief life story I was given I had difficulties keeping track of all the things this old man had been up to. One thing I knew for sure though, was that Carlos wore a necklace made of his own leg bones and that he would get sudden attacks of generosity and ask one egyptian guy working at the hostel to offer all guests a shot of mescal.