The Wombats Story
It was in December 1988, when we went to “Connor’s Irish Pub” in Melbourne. Because we had run out of money, we decided to spend most of the night there drinking a few beers, playing pool and waiting for the first bus to Alice Springs.
After the first beer on the way to the pool, table a huge guy interfered, “If you guys want to play here, you first have to win against the king of the table – me! They call me¬† “The Sucker”… – just so you know.” All right, so we played the special “Connor” rules: if somebody finishes the game while the other one hasn’t put one ball into a hole, the loser must drop his pants.
We don’t really know ourselves how this all came about, but we had a great series and this huge guy and his friend had no chance to sink a single ball. So he dropped his pants and said, ‚ÄúHey, I am John “The Sucker”¬† O ‘Sullivan – let’s have a beer.‚ÄĚ We drank a “few more” beers together and he invited us to stay at his place for a couple of days.
He was really crazy about wombats, those little mammalian marsupials, and there were 5 or 6 of them living with him. One night, he told us about his dream of running a hostel. He had already found a name: “wombats Backpackers”.
Two years later, we were in Melbourne again, so we went to John’s house but he was not living there any more. His neighbour told us that he had died in an accident six months ago. A few years later, we started to think more about the idea of running a hostel in Vienna and there was no doubt about the name…