For better or worse, I have yet to have my own room while traveling. The number of roommates has varied— sometimes 30 in hostel dormitories and sometimes just one friend or sister— but I almost always associate vacation with multiple beds. Carefree, cramped, or chaotic, all bunk rooms have a special place in my heart.
However, these bunk rooms get extra points for style and cohesiveness. The ones of my past have mostly adhered to the fit-in-as-many-beds-as-possible policy, and as fun as they were it would be very generous to call them attractive. So, while I will always love the carefree idea of a sea of open bunk beds with a plethora of mismatched bedding, I certainly don't mind the look of multiple neatly manicured nooks and matching couchette-like privacy curtains (pictures 4, 5). What about you?
What are your favorite bunk room memories?