A week after leaving the delights of hostel life in Brisbane (oh the sarcasm), I’ve found myself looking back, contemplating and yearning for that crowded, smelly, noisy, badly air-conditioned, backpacker platform again (sorry, I can’t help it, it’s the lowest form of wit; sue me). In all seriousness though, I am missing the hostel life … More All About That Bass…Or Should That Be, Base?