So when I arrived at my hostel, the family at the desk in front of me was having a terrible row with the receptionist. Well the father was. There had been a mix up and instead of having two rooms they had only one. And the only other available option was something they were terribly against. The man was demanding a solution, one only in the form of his original reservation which they just didn't have. They planted themselves in the lobby looking quite displeased though the receptionist was very apologetic and patient. Which I have not found often here. They had two young teenage looking boys with them.

So, I get to the desk and she looks at me hopefully. My reservationwas fine, a nice private room with a double bed where I was sure to get sleep. However she began so sweetly, Could i offer you a much cheaper option? I explained I knew I was one person and spending a lot of money but that I had a twenty hour trip home and needed to ensure sleep. She told me she had "bungalows" on the roof and they were plenty quiet and nice and cheap and such. She showed me pictures and I just couldn't bear to say no since I only needed a place to sleep for about 5 hours (til 3:15/3:30 or so). However the pictures were rather misleading size wise and though there were two beds inside...

It was a shed on the roof. One I couldn't even stand in. Or even close to stand in. I could kneel, and kneeling with arms BENT, touch the ceiling.

It has a tiny light and a padlock on it. So for my good deed the family got their room and I hopefully got some good travel karma.

And that is how I came to be sleeping on a shed in a roof, on my last night in Jerusalem.