Not being the backpacker type, I had little idea of what to expect. The only YHA I had stayed in was a small place in Rome. Adelaide was quite large.
There seemed to be an eclectic assortment of people staying there. Some were there for work, others travel or holiday, and a few I was never quite sure about.
While the YHA made efforts to organise events, it didn’t seem the most naturally gregarious of places. There seemed to be cliquey groups of travellers, often keeping to themselves in small groups. I managed to make some friends there, and even after I moved out kept in touch and socialised with them.
I was fairly distracted with the various actions necessary to get my tax file number, sort driving licence etc. so kept preoccupied for most of the time. Meanwhile, I noticed a large amount of backpackers who just, well, lazed around.
Adelaide is not furnished with quite the level of entertainment options of Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane or even Perth, but there were still things you could do. Most though seemed content to laze about, sleep during the day, or mess around in the kitchen. Given the cost of coming to Australia and opportunity to travel, I found it a most bemusing situation.
There was a high level of thievery, cereal mostly. Notably Western backpackers were very willingly taking foodstuff from Asian travellers, often in plain sight. I think they took advantage of a lack of familiarity with the setting, and maybe language too.
In basic terms it was perfectly clean and comfortable. They supplied free coffee (powdered International Roast, the coffee of champions!). I think for cultural and emotional enjoyment it was somewhat vacuous. I got more out of it in terms of socialising once I left. Still, as first homes go, it wasn’t a bad way to start.