backpackers intl hostel in Newquay

We took the bus out to Newquay, Cornwall, UK armed with a list of four hostels. Once in town we were disappointed to see at 1800 a lot of shops were closed. WTH, its a friday night things should be open. Satisfying our desire for fried, fatty, greasy foods we found a fried chicken restaurant. After setting back a month of organic eating, we set out to find a hostel. After scouting out three others we landed at "international backpackers". A hostel "for surfers and int'l travelers". 32£ got us our own room and a sink!!! We made our reservations and were told "shower and toilet down the hall and the doors here don't have locks". I was in love with this place. We set off for town, very amazing town of Newquay (pronounced newkey). It reminded me a lot of folly beach, SC. A very small, central surfing town. Friday night brought out a lot of "stag parties". Lots of people, lots of bars. Lots of food with the word "Cornish" in front of it. Cornish pasties (think like a very tasty hand made hot pocket). Cornish ice cream, (ice cream served in a cone...) Cornish pizza (honestly...?). We found a nice walk down to and around the bay. Very nice bay with lots of tidal pools and lots of rocks and cliffs to monkey around on. The water rises about 10 feet between tides. The bay has an rock all of 100 feet tall that has a house on it, reachable only by a 1/4 mile long suspension bridge. Very cool. When the tide comes in the rock becomes an island, not for public though. We went to a pub called "the red lion" listened to a bar band play B-52 covers. And headed back to our hostel. All in all a smashing day. The next day we woke up early, disappointed to find that the last bus to launceston left town, 10 mind before the olympic torch passed through. Gotta be kidding!!! But the bus here is always cool because it passes through the english country side and most of them are double decker. All part of living the dream!