Holiday In Cambodia

I wouldn't be surprised if there actually was a holiday in Cambodia because it seems everywhere I go there's a public holiday. Usually that would be a good thing, but not when you are a backpacker who doesn't even know how the country works on a normal day. So yesterday was Queen's Day in the Netherlands, a holiday to celebrate the dutch queen's birthday. But it's actually the queen's mother's birthday because the current queen's birthday interferes with some other holiday. And like most other holidays, Queen's Day doesn't have much tradition other than everybody partying and getting extremely drunk. One of the people who worked the desk at the hostel told me about Queen's Night, which isn't anything official but you're basically supposed to start drinking heavily the night before Queen's Day and then maintain a drunken stupor through all of Queen's Day.
I didn't participate in this tradition though and so I was sober enough to realize that it really stinks to celebrate a holiday with no one you know to celebrate it with. I ended up roaming all day, I had already checked out of the hostel and so couldn't go back to hang out there, so I walked from one live performance to another. I had nothing to do until 10pm that night which was when I was supposed to catch a night bus to Hamburg, luckily some friend Dutch people randomly struck up a conversation with me, first asking me what I was doing in Amsterdam on Queen's Day alone. They were really friendly and talking and walking with them helped kill about four hours before they had to leave.
So after an uneventful wait for the bus to Hamburg, a dull bus ride, a boring wait in the Hamburg bus station for a bus to Berlin, an equally dull bus ride to Berlin, and a quiet subway ride through Berlin I arrived at the Circus Hostel. The place looked really cool and like a place I would really enjoy, too bad they were full. I come to find out from the people at the desk that there is a holiday nearly every week of the month of May in Berlin, meaning almost all hostels will be booked, cost more, and almost all other businesses will be closed. Luckily they were able to direct me to the Backpacker's Hostel, which would have felt like a much shorter walk if I didn't have the giant pack on my back. At first I was extremely annoyed because I couldn't find out where in the world the place was, but then I found it tucked away around the corner of some nondescript buildings. I climb the stairs, unsure if I'm going to the right place, but then I open to the door to the hostel and instantly my worries melt away. The place is brightly painted, modern art all over the walls, couches litter the reception hall, and awesome music is playing on the speakers. They give me the key to my room, which turns out to be a 32 bed dorm, but I don't even care because at least I have a place to sleep tonight.