Escape to Keswick: YHA Hostel Adventure Awaits!
Escape to Keswick: YHA Hostel Adventure Awaits! - A Rambling Review (Honestly)
Alright, alright, settle in, folks. Just got back from a few days at the Keswick YHA, and let me tell you, it’s… well, it’s an experience. More on that later. Let's dive in, shall we? I’m going to try and cover everything, but honestly, my notes are a bit of a chaotic mess, so bear with me. This is for the folks wanting real-world insights, not just a PR blurb.
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Accessibility & Getting There: A Mixed Bag…
Okay, let's start with the serious stuff. Accessibility. The YHA advertises itself as having facilities for disabled guests, and that's mostly true ish. The main entrance seemed manageable for a wheelchair user, if they had someone to open the heavy door for them. Inside, the elevator was a lifesaver. Some of the rooms are touted as wheelchair accessible, but I didn't see them, so I can't give a definite yay or nay. It wouldn't hurt to call ahead and double-check everything, like, seriously.
Getting around was possible, but not perfect. There's free car parking on-site, which is a huge plus in Keswick, where parking is like gold dust. However, the terrain around the hostel gets a bit rugged. The airport transfer is a no-go, as there is no airport near Keswick. You're on your own.
Now, about the Wi-fi…
They shout about free Wi-Fi in all rooms! And yes to a point. But be warned, it's a bit spotty. I was often wandering into the Wi-Fi in public areas, which ended up being the only reliable place to connect. But hey, at least it’s there. And there's Internet access [LAN] if you’re one of those old-school types.
Dining, Drinking, & Snacking: Fueling the Adventure… or Surviving it
The breakfast [buffet] was surprisingly good. I mean, it’s included, and it’s got all the classics, the bacon was well done. You'll also find Asian breakfast, probably just the same, there are also vegetarian restaurant choices, which is convenient. There's even a breakfast takeaway service. They definitely offer Coffee/tea in restaurant
There's a bar, which is great for a post-hike pint and to meet some new people, and Poolside bar to have some chat. You can get snacks and salads in restaurant too. A bottle of water is given. The staff is trained in safety protocol. They offer Cashless payment service. They give you Individually-wrapped food options. And there's even stuff like Soup in restaurant It's all pretty basic, don't expect Michelin stars. But it fuels the adventures, and that's what it's all about, right?
The Restaurants have a safe dining setup and Sanitized kitchen and tableware items.
Cleanliness & Safety: A Post-Pandemic Reality…
Okay, I’m a bit of a germaphobe, so this is important. They’re taking things seriously, which is reassuring. There's Hand sanitizer everywhere. They practice Daily disinfection in common areas and the staff are also trained in Hygiene certification, which is also nice. The Room sanitization opt-out available. The Rooms sanitized between stays. They use Anti-viral cleaning products, so that's a tick. There's also a First aid kit, just in case.
The Room: Functionality Over Fancy (Mostly)
My room…hmmm. Well, it was a room. Clean, at least. The non-smoking rooms definitely make sense. The air conditioning was nice. What I mostly remember is really good. There's a desk and a seating area. And although, I am not a huge fan of carpeting, I can't really complain.
There was the obligatory complimentary tea & coffee maker.
There's a safe box for your valuables. The window that opens is a must! The toiletries provided were basic but okay.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax… (Spoiler Alert: This Isn't a Spa Resort)
This isn't a spa. No sauna, no steamroom, no massage. They don't have a pool with view, if that's what you’re after. It's all about getting out and exploring the Lake District. Hiking, cycling, climbing – the hostel is a great base for all that.
For the Kids: Family Friendly…ish
Family/child friendly is the official line. However, the kids’ facilities are pretty non-existent. If you need a babysitting service, then sorry, they haven't got that. There are kids meal which is a bonus.
Services & Conveniences: The Helpful (and the Not-So-Helpful)
The front desk [24-hour] is handy if you need anything, though sometimes the staff seemed a bit overwhelmed. They've got luggage storage, which is a must. There’s a convenience store for snacks and essentials. A laundry service would of been nice. They offer dry cleaning and ironing services. There's a CCTV in common areas to keep you safe.
The Quirks, The Imperfections, The Real Stuff…
Alright, let's get real. This isn't a luxury hotel. It’s a hostel, which means some things are…character-building.
- Communal showers: Yep, they’re a thing. Bring your flip-flops. And maybe a strong sense of camaraderie. Or a blindfold.
- Soundproofing: Well, let's just say you'll get to know your fellow guests. Bring earplugs if you are a light sleeper.
- The social scene: It's a hostel, so it's what you make of it. I met some awesome people, had some great conversations. Then again, there was also the guy who snored like a chainsaw.
- The general vibe: It’s friendly, relaxed, and a bit rough around the edges. It's not the place for a romantic getaway, but if you're looking for adventure and want to keep costs down, it's a good choice.
Conclusion: Would I Go Back?
Yes, probably. For the price, the location, and the overall experience, it's hard to beat. Just go in with realistic expectations, embrace the imperfections, and be prepared for a bit of a wild ride. Keswick itself is absolutely stunning, and the YHA serves as a decent basecamp for exploring the beauty of the Lake District.
Overall Rating: 7/10 (Minus points for the communal showers, plus points for the bacon).
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Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into my chaotic, slightly-off-kilter, utterly brilliant (in my humble opinion) Keswick adventure, all centered around the hallowed halls of the YHA Keswick. Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions, questionable decisions, and the inevitable discovery that I, in fact, am not a mountain goat.
The Keswick Caper: A Humorous & Highly Unreliable Itinerary (Prepare for Chaos)
Day 1: Arrival, Anticipation, and the Great Sausage Roll Debacle
- 14:00 - Arrival & Check-In: Ah, Keswick! The air smells vaguely of damp earth and impending adventure. I trundle off the bus, backpack threatening to swallow me whole, and stumble towards the YHA. It looks charming, exactly as advertised. Relief washes over me. I check-in. The receptionist is… okay, a little too enthusiastic about Hostel policies. I smile and nod, secretly calculating how soon I can escape to the local pub.
- 14:30 - Room Invasion & Settling In: My dorm room! It's…. well, it's a dorm room. Three beds already occupied by what appear to be serious hikers. They all have that "conquering mountains is my breakfast" look. I choose the least-threatening-looking bunk, carefully unpack (read: throw stuff haphazardly into various crevices), and begin the delicate dance of "pretending to be a seasoned traveler."
- 15:30 - The Sausage Roll Emergency: Okay, confession time. I'm weak. Seriously, the sight of a quaint bakery called "The Little Bakehouse" on the way in was irresistible. I bought a sausage roll. BIG MISTAKE. I was convinced I could eat it while walking and now my hands are covered in grease. This thing fell apart in my hands. I had to throw the roll away, It was just the perfect combination of being hungry and getting so upset that it became a thing. I’m still shaken.
- 16:00 - Exploring Keswick & the Lake: Feeling slightly defeated by the sausage roll incident, I decide to immerse myself in beautiful Keswick. A stroll by Derwentwater is essential. The lake is gorgeous. The mountains… they look intimidating. I take several pictures. I walk very close to the edge of the water, hoping to be the subject of a cute, romantic photo, but I don’t have anyone to take a photo with, so I take a selfie. The water is actually pretty cold so I decide to head back.
- 18:00 - Pub Time (Essential): The Dog & Gun. Recommended by everyone. It's packed, the locals are all friendly, and the ale is perfect. I order a fish and chips, because, you know, I'm embracing the British experience. I feel less like me and more like some sort of tourist-villain. The food is absolutely phenomenal though and I decide I’m not so bad after all.
- 20:00 - Hostel Socialising… Attempted: Back at the YHA. "Common room," they call it. It smells of damp wool socks and nervous energy. I try to make small talk with a group playing cards. They look at me with that "who let her in?" gaze. I retreat back to my bunk, vowing to be more outgoing tomorrow… or perhaps just pretend to be asleep.
Day 2: Hiking, Hilarity, and the Near-Death Experience (Exaggerated, Mostly)
- 07:00 - The Dawn of Endurance… or, My Lack Thereof: The hikers are awake. They're already eating giant bowls of porridge, discussing ascent strategies, and looking incredibly smug. I’m still half-asleep, struggling to find a clean sock. I decide to be brave and start the day off with a fresh croissant.
- 08:00 - The Hike of Shame (Catbells): Catbells. Supposedly a "beginner-friendly" hike. Lies, all lies. The incline felt brutal. I spent a good portion of the climb huffing and puffing, convinced my lungs were about to stage a revolt. The views from the top were spectacular, though. I took a lot of pictures, desperately trying to capture the beauty and attempting not to fall over the edge.
- 12:00 - Post-Hike Fuel & Regret: Back in Keswick, I find a greasy spoon cafe and order a plate of English breakfast. It's delicious, and the perfect way to fuel my impending descent into sloth.
- 13:00 - River Walk & Ice Cream: A gentle stroll along the River Greta, ice cream in hand. This is more my speed. The scenery is lovely, and the ice cream is melting in a way that feels vaguely symbolic. I take a deep breath, and enjoy the view, and think about how much further I have to go.
- 15:00 - Attempted Activity: Kayaking (Fail): I had the brilliant idea of kayaking on Derwentwater. Turns out, I'm not a natural kayaker. I spent more time spinning in circles and narrowly avoiding other boats than actually going anywhere. Eventually, I just gave up and pretended to enjoy the scenery. I spent more time in the lake then out!
- 17:00 - More Pub Time (Necessary): The Pack Horse Inn. This time, I'm ordering a pint of something local. I deserve it after the kayaking trauma. I sit and watch the world go by, wondering how much longer this trip will last, and starting to relax and feel great.
- 19:00 - Hostel Dinner & Card Game Redemption: The YHA has a communal kitchen. I'm too intimidated to cook. Pizza night. I’m joining a group for a card game. They're slightly less intimidating this time. I manage to win one round! Maybe I'm starting to fit in… or perhaps they're just being pitying.
Day 3: Relaxation, Souvenirs, and the Farewell (With a Hint of Sadness)
- 09:00 - Slow Start & Breakfast: I wake up to someone snoring. I eat some instant oatmeal in complete silence so I don’t wake anyone else up. It’s my last morning. I feel oddly sentimental.
- 10:00 - Exploring Keswick (For Real This Time): I actually look in the shops! I buy a postcard. I find a tiny piece of art that I adore. I buy a Keswick keyring. I'm officially a tourist, and I don’t care.
- 12:00 - Lakeside Reflection & Goodbye: Back to Derwentwater. I sit by the edges by the lake. I take a final deep breath of the fresh air. I reflect on my trip. How has this weekend been? It's been imperfect, a little bit ridiculous, sometimes embarrassing, and utterly, wonderfully. I'm sad to be leaving, but I'm also feeling changed. Maybe the mountains got to me.
- 14:00 - Departure: Goodbye Keswick! Goodbye YHA! I'm leaving the bus and taking a long look as I do. As I wave goodbye to the mountains. I’m feeling a mix of relief and the beginnings of a longing to return. I promise myself that I will return one day.
Postscript:
This trip wasn't perfect. I ate a disastrous sausage roll. I almost drowned in a kayak. I tripped over a rock. I made a fool of myself on numerous occasions. But, I had an amazing time. The Lake District is stunning. The YHA was comfortable. I survived, and I loved it. And that, my friends, is all that matters. Now, where's my next adventure…?
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Right, so, Keswick YHA... Is it actually worth the fuss? My Insta feed is practically throwing it at me.
Alright, deep breath. Yes. Mostly, yeah. Look, let's be honest, Instagram's a lie, right? Everyone's filters are dialed to "idyllic mountain nymph." But Keswick YHA? It's genuinely pretty good. I went. I survived. I even, dare I say it, *enjoyed* myself.
Here's the deal: It's not some five-star spa. It's a *hostel*. Think…cozy chaos. You’re sharing a room with, potentially, a guy who snores like a chainsaw. (Seriously, I swear I heard him sawing through a log one night. Maybe he was dreaming about camping? Who knows!). And the showers? Well, let’s just say they’re a gamble. One day, lukewarm bliss. The next, icy torment! But hey, that's part of the adventure, isn't it? Gotta build character (and maybe a little bit of frostbite).
So, is it worth the fuss? Yes, if you're after an authentic Lake District experience that won't completely drain your bank account. Just pack earplugs and prepare for the occasional cold shower. You'll be fine. Probably.
Okay, sold. Practical stuff: What's the deal with the rooms? Dorms? Private rooms? My crippling social anxiety needs a plan.
Right, rooming. This is a crucial bit, especially if you're a wallflower like me. They have dorms, which are affordable and can be hilarious (read: terrifying). Imagine a room full of strangers, each with their own weird sleeping habits. Then there are private rooms, which will cost you more, but… *oh the peace*. Seriously, it's worth considering if you value your sanity. Think about it: no chainsaw snoring, no rogue sock odors, just… you. And hopefully a good book.
I went for a dorm. Because, you know, *budget*. Big mistake, folks. I ended up sharing with a group of lads who were clearly preparing for a mountaineering expedition involving copious amounts of protein powder and… well, let's just say questionable hygiene practices. The "aroma" in that room by morning was... memorable. So yeah, assess your tolerance for human smells. It’s a real thing.
My advice? Book early. Private rooms disappear faster than free cake. Or, bring a sturdy face mask and lots of deodorant if the dorm is the only option. You’ve been warned!
Keswick itself. What's there to *actually do* besides, you know, hike up mountains and be all "outdoorsy"? I'm more of a pub person, if I'm honest.
Ah, the vital question. The pub question. Keswick isn't just about scaling Everest (or, you know, Skiddaw). Although, fair warning, the mountains *are* kind of beautiful in a "smack-you-in-the-face-with-epicness" kind of way.
But yes, pubs! Excellent pubs! The Dog & Gun is a legendary institution. Proper old-school, roaring fires, and a beer selection that would make a monk blush. I spent a very happy afternoon there (or was it two? Time kind of melts together when you're on holiday). There's also The Packhorse Court, with a great beer garden. Then there's the Keswick Museum and Art Gallery if you want to pretend you're cultured. And the lake! You can, you know, *look* at the lake. Or take a boat. Or throw stones in it. Whatever floats your… well, you get the picture.
Seriously, though, even if you’re not a hardcore hiker, Keswick has a charm. It's got a good vibe. It's got *cake*. And that, my friends, is a very valid reason to visit any place. So, go. Eat cake. Drink beer. Contemplate the mountains from a safe distance. You’ll be right as rain.
Food situation? Cooking my own grub at the hostel, or are there decent takeaways/restaurants in town? I'm a culinary disaster zone.
Oh, the food. This is where things get interesting. The hostel has a communal kitchen, which is both a blessing and a potential disaster. It's like a culinary Thunderdome. Expect burnt toast. Expect aggressively-used pans. Expect… well, let's just say cleanliness isn't always the top priority. I saw someone making pasta in a saucepan that could have doubled as an archaeological dig site. Seriously, I'm not sure what was growing in there, but it looked… alive.
So, my advice? Unless you're a confident chef with a stomach of steel, the "self-catering" option is probably best avoided. Keswick has a decent selection of cafes, pubs serving food, and takeaways. The local fish and chips? Solid gold. The pizza place? Pretty darn good after a long day of, you know, walking up hills (or avoiding walking up hills). There's even a Greggs. Okay, maybe Greggs isn't exactly gourmet, but it's reliable. And sometimes, you just need a steak bake, alright?
My anecdote? I tried to make scrambled eggs one morning. Ended up setting off the smoke alarm. Learned a valuable lesson that day: I am *not* a chef. Stick to the takeaways. Or maybe learn how to survive on crisps and biscuits. Works for me.
What's the best way to get to Keswick YHA? Don't make me walk from London, please.
Right, transportation. Good question, because, yeah, walking from London would be... a *journey*. Don't do that. Don't even *think* about it.
The easiest (and arguably least stressful) way is by train to Penrith, then a bus to Keswick. Straightforward, scenic, and you can stare out the window and pretend you're in a travel commercial. The bus drops you pretty close to the YHA, which is a bonus when you're lugging a backpack the size of a small car.
Driving is an option, but parking in Keswick can be a nightmare, especially during peak season. The roads are narrow. The drivers are... well, let's just say the phrase "windy roads" takes on a whole new meaning. I nearly had a heart attack when a farmer started backing his tractor onto the A66. So, if you're driving, factor in extra time for navigating and finding a parking space. And maybe invest in some calming music.
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