Mornings on Horseback IIIChapter 2
We'd found a book called "Backpacking New York City" at the bus station in Albany, which was a small one. It had been like four in the morning or something, but a little shop had been open and we'd found that book in a spinning bookrack near the register. It was basically for college kids who were looking for cheap food, cheap lodging, and cheap thrills while they visited the city. It was perfect for us and we'd used it to find our way to a hostel, which was a word I'd never even heard...