Thailand's WILDEST Hostel: Bedgasm - You WON'T Believe This!
Bedgasm: Thailand's WILDEST Hostel - You WON'T Believe This! (Seriously, I Still Can't)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because you're about to dive headfirst into the chaotic, exhilarating, and possibly-still-dream-induced reality that is Bedgasm. I've been meaning to write this review since… well, since I left. And I'm still trying to process it all. This isn't your average hostel review, folks. This is a full-blown therapy session (for both of us, probably).
Let's start with the basics, because even in Bedgasm, there are some.
Accessibility (or Lack Thereof, Honestly): This is where things get a little… well, let's say imaginative. The website claims "Facilities for disabled guests." Alright, I saw an elevator. That's a start, maybe. But navigating the sprawling, multi-level, multi-roomed (and multi-themed!) labyrinth that is Bedgasm with mobility issues? I'm getting flashbacks of trying to locate the bathroom at 3 AM after a particularly potent cocktail from the poolside bar. Let's just say it's not designed with accessibility in mind. So, Accessibility: Proceed with caution and maybe call ahead. Probably best if you can actually walk.
Cleanliness and Safety: A Tale of Two Worlds (or Maybe Just One REALLY Clean One and a Few Slightly Suspicious Corners): Now, this is where Bedgasm actually delivers. This is a major positive, and something I was wildly impressed. They're SERIOUS about hygiene. I'm talking "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "First aid kit," the works. I even saw staff literally sterilizing equipment. Rooms sanitized between stays? Yep. Individually-wrapped food options? You betcha. It's like they're preparing for a zombie apocalypse, but in the best possible way. This is important considering the unique nature of the guests sometimes (more on that later). This is a huge plus.
Rooms & Amenities: Where the Rubber Meets the Road (and Sometimes Rolls Right Off the Road): Okay, the rooms. They're… varied. I stayed in a "Couple's Room" (more on that later…) with a private bathroom (bliss!), but friends ended up in a shared dorm. The private rooms are actually pretty comfortable. Air conditioning, good (and thankfully, blackout) curtains, clean sheets, (a welcome) in-room safe box… the usual suspects. They've got "Internet access – wireless" and "Internet access – LAN" and FREE Wi-Fi in ALL rooms! (Hallelujah!). The free Wi-Fi works great. There are even "Additional toilets" around (!). The soundproofing is decent, which is crucial when you're trying to sleep after witnessing the… events… which occurred at the pool bar until 4 am. They even offer an "Ironing service" though… honestly, who needs to iron when you are in Thailand?
The "Things to Do" Stuff: Sensory Overload is the Name of the Game: This is where Bedgasm throws everything at you and hopes something sticks. Okay, it's a very aggressive approach to fun.
- Wellness? They have a gym/fitness, and a spa with a sauna, a steam room, massages (a body scrub and a body wrap). But let's be real: you're probably here for the OTHER activities. This section is all but a requirement for a large hostel like this, but the sheer intensity of Bedgasm makes this feel… well, less essential.
- The Pool: The Heart of the Beast: The "Swimming pool [outdoor]" is epic. Pool with view, drinks flowing, the soundtrack pumping (let's just say there were tracks on the playlist I'm still trying to erase from my brain). It's a full-on party. I'm talking happy hours, poolside bar constantly churning out drinks, and a "happy hour." The pool is where you'll find your "people."
- Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Fueling the Madness: Bedgasm's got a restaurant and several "Restaurants." They offer everything and multiple cuisines ("Asian" to "Western"). There's a bar! The food? Honestly, a bit hit-and-miss. But hey, you're not here for Michelin stars, are you? You're here for… I don't know, let's just say experiences. They had a "snack bar," "coffee/tea in restaurant," and a "breakfast [buffet]" (which, I admit, was pretty decent for a hostel). Don't expect gourmet, but you won't starve.
- The "For the Kids" (…Kidding): Look, while they technically have a "Babysitting service," "Family/child friendly" features, the idea of bringing children to Bedgasm is… well… let's just say I was relieved to see it didn't come to fruition.
Services and Conveniences: The Stuff You Actually Need (Maybe):
- Helpful: Concierge? Check. Luggage storage? Check. Laundry service? Check. A "Convenience store" for those late-night snack cravings? (You'll need it).
- Getting Around: Airport transfer? Yes. Car park (free of charge)? Yes. Car park (on-site)? Yes. The area has "Taxi service," and even "Bicycle parking," if you're feeling ambitious.
The "Things to Do" That Are Actually Wild: This is where we get to the real Bedgasm experience. I'm talking… well, you'll just have to see for yourself. But let's say "Proposal spot" is a definite capability. There's music, there's dancing, there's a vibe. And it's all designed to… well, to get you out of your comfort zone.
My Bedgasm Story: The Couple's Room And The Dawn Dance
Alright, I'm going to be honest. When I booked the "Couple's Room," I wasn't quite sure what I was getting into. The photos were… suggestive. But curiosity, and the slightly desperate need for a vacation, got the better of me.
The room itself was surprisingly nice (after 24 hours, the blackout curtains are your best friend!). But it was the atmosphere that was the real experience. Bedgasm is less a hostel, more a… living, breathing organism of pure, unadulterated energy.
My first night, I stumbled out of my room around midnight, drawn by the pulsing bass from the pool area. And what I found… well, let's just say I witnessed a dance-off between a group of international students and a bunch of backpackers. There were drinks, there was laughter, there was a level of freedom that I hadn't experienced in years. And then, as the sun began to rise, the whole place exploded into a dawn dance party that was… magical. Absolutely magical.
I still don't know how I lasted the whole night. It's a blur of neon lights, silly costumes, and the shared experience of something truly unique. I met people from all over the world, shared countless stories, and made memories that I'll cherish (and probably try to forget a little bit) forever.
The Imperfections: (Because Nothing's Perfect, Especially Not Bedgasm):
- Overstimulation: This is a lot. If you're looking for peace and quiet, RUN. Run far, run fast.
- The "Vibe": It's not for everyone. If you're easily offended or shy, you might be better off elsewhere. There’s a definite “anything goes” philosophy, sometimes to comical/unpredictable effect.
- Food Quality Fluctuation: The food can be uneven. Some dishes were great, others… not so much. Lower your expectations and you'll likely be fine.
- The Price: Could be considered a bit on the high side for a hostel, but the experience is definitely worth it (just, you know, budget for all those cocktails).
Bedgasm: The Verdict (Would I Go Back?):
Absolutely. Without a doubt. Despite the chaos, the questionable decisions, and the lingering question of "what exactly happened?", Bedgasm is an experience. It's a place where you can let loose, embrace the absurd, and make memories that will last a lifetime (or at least until the next time you have to explain them to your friends. And I am still working on that, by the way!)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your perfectly Instagram-filtered Thailand itinerary. This is the raw, unfiltered, possibly mildly embarrassing account of my time at Bedgasm Hostel in… well, Thailand. Prepare for a rollercoaster of good vibes, questionable decisions, and the existential dread of not knowing how to properly eat a mango.
Bedgasm Hostel: My Thai Adventure (Probably Not What I Expected)
Day 1: Arrival and the Great Mosquito Massacre
- Morning (Or, More Accurately, Mid-Afternoon): Arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport. Jet lag. The humidity hit me like a wet, warm blanket. Instantly sweating. Swear I saw everyone walking in slow motion, which maybe was the jet lag. Dragged my overstuffed backpack (seriously, why did I pack so many books?) onto the Airport Rail Link, trying to decipher the Thai script. Failed miserably. Ended up accidentally starting a conversation with a really enthusiastic dude who was obsessed with cricket. Apparently, the “sticky wicket” is a big deal. I just nodded and smiled.
- Afternoon: Finally, finally arrived at Bedgasm Hostel. Place looked great online. In reality? Slightly chaotic in a charming way. Bright paint, mismatched furniture, and a general sense of controlled mayhem. The staff, bless their hearts, seemed permanently cheerful. Got shown to my dorm room – a six-bed situation. First impression: This is going to be interesting. Second impression: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MOSQUITOS?! That night, I attempted a heroic battle against these tiny bloodsuckers. Failed miserably. Ended up covered in itchy bites and the lingering shame of my total ineptitude.
- Evening: Mandatory Pad Thai for dinner. It was delicious. Slightly spicy. I'm already a fan of Thai cuisine. Hung out in the common area, listening to stories from other travelers. Met a girl from Iceland who'd been traveling for a year. I felt like a total noob. Drank a Singha beer. Felt slightly less like a noob.
Day 2: The Temple Tango and the Great Mango Catastrophe
- Morning: Attempted to visit a temple. Didn’t dress properly, so had to rent a ridiculously long skirt. Felt like a princess with a questionable fashion sense. The temple itself was stunning, full of gold and intricate carvings. Spent a while just staring, trying (and failing) to absorb the history and the serenity. Took some photos so I could pretend I'm cultured.
- Afternoon: The Great Mango Catastrophe: Okay, so I consider myself a generally competent human. I am not. I made a huge mistake. My first mango was delicious, but slippery. I confidently decided to peel it over the hostel's communal table. Disaster struck. Juice everywhere. Mango flesh clinging to my fingers. I looked like a toddler who'd gotten into a food fight. Mortified. Apologized profusely to the German guy who had a newspaper in his lap – he gave me a look, but I think he found the humor in it.
- Evening: Cooking class! Finally learning how to make proper Thai food. Had a blast, even if I did accidentally put way. too many chilies in my green curry. Eyes watering, but my ego was high.
Day 3: Island Dreams and the Dreaded Beach Body Blues
- Morning: Booked a day trip to a nearby island. Sunscreen applied, optimism levels at an all-time high. The boat ride was scenic but rough. I got a bit seasick. Decided to focus on the fact, I had never felt so sick and beautiful.
- Afternoon, "Beach Body Blues": Arrived at the beach. Crystal-clear water, white sand, the whole shebang. Then I looked down at my body. The beach body? Yeah, it definitely wasn't there. Immediate self-consciousness. Tried bravely to enjoy myself, but the mental voices of doubt were running wild. Ended up just reading my book under a palm tree. It's okay to not look like a model, right? Right?
- Evening: Back at the hostel, attempted a conversation with the Icelandic girl from day one. Asked about her travels, pretended to care about ice fishing. Actually enjoyed the story about her encountering a polar bear. Wondered if I should quit my job.
Day 4: The Night Market and the Mystery Illness
- Morning: Slept in. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.
- Afternoon: Went to a bustling night market. The smells hit me like a wall of deliciousness. Food stalls everywhere: fried insects (nope), spring rolls (yes!), mango sticky rice (YES!). Bought a ridiculously patterned pair of elephant pants. Embraced total tourist cliché.
- Evening: Late night, bad decision. Ate something from a food stall. Then, the dreaded rumblings started. Suddenly, my stomach felt like a battleground. Spent the rest of the night in a cycle of nausea and trips to the bathroom. Definitely something I ate, I think.
Day 5: Recovery and the "I'm Never Leaving" Feeling
- Morning Miserably sick. Barely made it to the bathroom.
- Afternoon: Finally getting better, but still feeling weak. Sat outside the hostel, drinking ginger ale and watching the world go by. Felt a strange sense of peace, a mix of gratitude for my health and the joy of doing absolutely nothing.
- Evening: Said goodbye to most of my dorm mates. Feeling a little melancholy about leaving. The bedgasm has been crazy. I had a lot of fun and I am ready to do it again.
Final Thoughts:
Thailand, Bedgasm Hostel, you surprised me. It wasn't always pretty, or perfect, or even particularly graceful. But it was real. And that, I think, is what matters. Did I find myself? Maybe not. But I learned to peel a mango (sort of), survived a mosquito apocalypse, and realized that embracing messy is sometimes the best way to travel. Would go back, might pack less and learn more about the sticky wicket.
So, if you're looking for a glossy, pre-packaged vacation, this isn't it. But if you're ready for a little chaos, a lot of laughter, and the chance to make some ridiculous memories, then come on down. Just bring mosquito repellent. And maybe a lesson on mango peeling.
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Bedgasm: Frequently Asked (and Probably Regretted) Questions
Okay, Bedgasm… Really? What *is* this place? My mom's gonna kill me.
Alright, deep breaths. Bedgasm is a hostel in Thailand. And yes, the name is… something. Think less…actual, y'know, "bed gasming" (thank god), and more… a hyper-fueled, relentlessly social, sometimes-chaotic, always-loud, and potentially life-altering experience. It's got a reputation, let's just say that. You might come for the cheap price, you *will* stay for the sheer insanity. I swear, the first night I was there, I genuinely questioned my life choices. But also… I instantly made like, a dozen friends who became my family for like a week. It’s…complicated. I’d describe it as a hostel that *really* wants you to have a good time, even if you don’t. And it will try, relentlessly. Prepare yourself.
Is it actually…safe? Like, physically? My friends are worried. And my therapist...
Okay, let's be real. Safety in Thailand is a *spectrum*. Bedgasm is generally fine. The staff is… well, they’re usually sober enough to keep an eye on things. The dorms are locked, there are lockers. Typical hostel stuff. BUT… the *activities* are where it gets dicey. Boat parties? Yeah. Full moon parties? Come Prepared. Honestly, the biggest danger is probably overdoing it on the Chang beers and accidentally starting a conga line at 3 AM. (Which, by the way, *happened* to me. Twice. Don't judge.) Trust your gut. If something feels off, bail. No one will think you're a wimp. And if you find yourself in a situation involving a questionable tuk-tuk driver and a bag of mystery powder… run. Just run.
What kind of "activities" are we talking about? Because the website is…vague.
Vague? Heh. My friend, buckle up. We're talking pool parties, pub crawls (that go on...and on...and on...), cooking classes (where you might learn to make Pad Thai, or… something *else*, depending on the chef's mood), Muay Thai lessons (bruises guaranteed!), and then there’s the aforementioned boat parties and full moon escapades. They organize day trips to waterfalls and temples, but those are often optional and easily skipped in favor of more... social lubrication. The main activity is *socializing*. Seriously, that's the job description. Expect late nights, early mornings, and questionable decisions. And karaoke. Gods, the karaoke…
The rooms… are they clean? Because I get hives from dust.
Clean? Relative term, my friend. Let’s just say, "rustic charm" is the official description. Don't expect pristine hotel-level hygiene. You're in a hostel in Thailand. Pack earplugs. Pack eye masks. Pack a massive bottle of hand sanitizer. And accept the fact that a stray sock might hitchhike its way into your bed. The staff *tries*, bless their cotton socks. But the sheer volume of humanity flowing through Bedgasm… it’s a challenge. I once saw a guy trying to vacuum using a broom. The vibes are great, cleanliness, not so much.
Okay, deep dive into the SOCIAL aspect. What's the crowd like? I'm not exactly a "party animal."
Alright, this is the *real* Bedgasm experience. The crowd is…varied. Young, old (ish), solo travelers, groups of friends, couples… You've got backpackers fresh off the plane, seasoned globetrotters, people *running* from something, people *looking* for something… Lots of Aussies, Brits, Europeans, and a sprinkling of other nationalities. Everyone is generally (or at least pretends to be) friendly. *That's* the secret sauce. Even if you’re not a huge partier, you can still find your niche. Maybe you're the quiet observer, the comedian, the story teller, the friend who organizes the group to wash their clothes at 3 am. But be prepared for *constant* interaction. You *will* make friends. You *will* learn far too much about people you've known for five hours. You *will* hear stories you will never, EVER believe. You’ve been warned. And honestly? It's the best part.
Food? Is it any good?
Food? Okay, so here's the thing. Bedgasm probably won't win any Michelin stars. Breakfast is usually toast and fruit (hey, carbohydrates!), and sometimes they do group dinners. But really, you're in *Thailand*. The street food is *amazing* and cheap. Seriously, eat everything. Just, you know, find a place that looks busy (a good sign!) and not *too*… dodgy. I lived on pad thai for a month straight. No regrets. Just… bring some antacids.
The Boat Party… tell me everything. I’m considering it.
The *Boat Party*. Right. Okay. Breathe. This is a core Bedgasm experience, and potentially… legendary. You'll hop aboard a double-decker boat, loaded with other hostel dwellers, a DJ, and more alcohol than a small country. The music is loud, the sun is relentless, and everyone is basically a sweaty, happy mess. There are swimming stops, where you might jump off into the turquoise water, and there are… questionable decisions. One day I went on a boat party and my friend got so drunk, she jumped into the water and forgot how to swim. And some guy had to pull her out! Another friend lost her phone. The boat party is a place where you make promises (like, I’ll see you at the next one) and you break them (like, I’ll never drink tequila again). It's a blur of dancing, yelling, and questionable life choices. Be prepared to lose track of time, your belongings, and possibly your dignity. It's also… unbelievably fun. I met some of the best people on a boat party, and saw the most beautiful sunsets. It's the perfect storm of a great day. If you want to remember anything, pace yourself. And maybe bring a waterproof phone case. Maybe.
Okay, so, I'm intrigued, terrified and now slightly excited. Any final advice?
Pack light. Pack earplugs. Pack an open mind. Pack a sense of humor. Be prepared to embrace the chaos. Don't be afraidHoneymoon Havenst
