The Fight in my Hostel in Pai, Thailand

There was a fight at my hostel tonight in Pai, Thailand.

An older Scotsman (45ish) who has been staying at the hostel for the past 6 months has grown a kind of “I run this place” ego over every other traveler and backpacker, as well as grown a disdain for humankind — which usually seeps out after a few glasses of whiskey. He always loftily tells tales, true or tall tales, about such things as being let off by police for having the highest ranking shaman of a country come to his rescue, or sleeping in caves for weeks in the wild when he feels such immense hatred for people, or other things like being so well-known that even the FBI questioned him because they thought he was an agent of some sort.

Well, the past couple of nights his disdain for people who are “utterly disrespectful of the universe and disgraces to humankind” has been oozing out each time he stumbled about the great campfire — once usually made for communal seating and sharing stories and drinks, but of late empty and quieter than the crickets in the bush.

One night, a chap walked up behind him and slung an arm over his shoulder in a friendly gesture and the guy proceeds to shove him off, tell him to “fuck off and leave the hostel” lest he “fuck him up” and slapped him in the face. The other guy seemed to be quite the pacifist and apologized for what I observed to be no wrong. And if it was me in his shoes getting slapped, well, I don’t go looking for trouble, but if it slaps me in the face you can be damn sure there will be trouble.

Either way, later that night the higher than human kind man with the whiskey dragon breath stumbled about at 4:00am shouting out into the night sky, “I’ll fucking kill all you mother fuckers. You are disgusting. A disgrace! All of you!

In the morning, my friend who is traveling with him saw the whiskey breathed hollering higher than human man who came and sat with him at the coffee table. Both ordered coffee and my friend made small talk as he was completely unknowing of the latest events. My friend had asked, “Did you hear that crazy person screaming and shouting outside last night? Something about killing people and stuff

The man sipped his coffee and grumble, “If I would have heard some ignorant piece of shit shouting that late at night outside, I would have walked out and kicked his ass. People have no respect.

Seems as though the man had no clue it was him. Ironic how he became the piece of shit in his own mind and never even knew it…

Well, tonight as the lot of us watched Game of Thrones season 1 on the upstairs balcony (season 4 is coming, we HAVE to recap…) everything seemed to be a chill night.

Until the shouting began.

All we heard was commotion — some ruckus of shouting we couldn’t understand. but as we ran over the opposite railing to peer down to the origin, we saw higher than human kind whiskey breathed hollering ironic man with his dukes up toward a much younger and larger backpacker.

Other backpackers scattered away from the fire, and another guy who had probably almost fought him in that instance as well, was dragged away from the scene.

Though I couldn’t hear, it seemed that words and threats were made by the older guy, while the backpacker who probably did nothing to rightfully offend him, stood his ground. It was on the cusp of a fireside brawl until the owner of the hostel, one who has allowed this man the courtesy to stay long-term, forced him back to his bungalow.

Saw that coming…it was just a matter of time…” A girl said out loud to the group as we walked back to watch Game of Thrones.

It was just a matter of time. Not a matter of time that some young backpacker would purposely pick a fight, because nobody has, but a matter of time until this guy who perpetually gulped down bottles of whiskey per night and spoke about how everyone is driving the world to shit, picked a fight with someone.

And if he is allowed to stay, he will no doubt pick many more fights and may have the brawl he’s been itching for…but it probably won’t end up good for him.

All in all, this man who holds the world to blame for destroying it, who complains about the lack of respect, and who states just how disgusting we are through whiskey breath and wobbly steps — is a perfect picture of the monsters that he sees through blurry eyes.


  1. Noor - Desert to Jungle January 22, 2014 at 6:38 pm

    I can’t understand why the hostel let him stay (unless they are scared to kick him out) because he’s poisoning the atmosphere for everybody else. Not to mention threatening violence on a regular basis by the sound of it.

    He sounds obnoxious but I still feel sorry for him as he clearly has problems.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author January 25, 2014 at 3:12 am

      Yes, there is a sort of sadness about it…to see someone filled with so much hatred at the would when it seems to be really rooted inside. But I still don’t know why he is allowed to stay.

  2. Michelle | Lights Camera Travel January 22, 2014 at 10:47 pm

    It’s so sad this man’s life has come to this. I think sometimes the situations we are thrown in life makes us, but in this case he has let life break him.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author January 25, 2014 at 3:16 am

      Yes, I agree, it definitely seems as though something has shattered him and now instead of repairing it he blames everyone else.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author January 25, 2014 at 3:17 am

      It’s okay Mary, Experiences like this are bound to happen in travels!

  3. Vanessa January 23, 2014 at 12:43 am

    Ugh! This story has disaster written all over it – what if things came to blows and a bystander fell in the campfire?! It’s situations like this that have led me to read hostel reviews, blog articles, and guidebooks very carefully. I’m open to all kinds of hostels but, when traveling solo, I’m an ultra cautious gal and a drunken, bad attitude guy with free rein of the hostel would be enough to send me packing, even if it met slapping a Hilton on my credit card, just to feel safe.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author January 25, 2014 at 3:22 am

      That is exactly what I was thinking too, and luckily the backpacker he was going after was just standing his ground. But being near that fire too, very bad news!

  4. Victoria May 8, 2014 at 1:48 am

    Oh my goodness. I would have left that hostel pronto as it sounds like just a matter of time before the crazy guy does something really crazy!
    Good post though. 🙂

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author May 13, 2014 at 8:22 am

      Hahaha, we didn’t stay much longer after that one Victoria! He was a ticking time-bomb so we decided it was time to move on a day or two later.

  5. rebecca May 22, 2014 at 5:11 pm

    well that was weird… sounds like the alcohol got to his head just a little too much… he sort of reminds me of those crazy people you see stumbling and talking to themselves at train stations.

    1. JustChuckinIt - Site Author May 26, 2014 at 9:11 am

      I agree Rebecca, a “little” too much was a lot too much on the daily. And totally wrecked a lot of people’s experience there and the reputation of the hostel.


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