We originally thought that we would need these sheets in hostels with no sheets, but have since realized that sometimes sheets aren't a guarantee of cleanliness. I love the fact that I can completely cover up and hide inside of it, even though everyone jokes that I am obsessed with it. But I know secretly they are just envious of my awesome safe haven, and wish they had one of their own.
There is one time in particular that I was extra grateful for my protective sheet. While crossing into Bolivia from Peru, we had some trouble at the border with the papers for the car we were driving. The border office was closing for the night, and it suddenly became clear that we would be sleeping at a $3USD alojamiento (super budget Bolivian hostal) on the Bolivian side of things. Our host, Herman was a doll, very sweet and accommodating, but as he swung open the door to our shared room and I took in the smell of urine in the air and the obvious bedbug smears on the wall I knew there was no way I would be able to sleep easily that night.
I tried to put on a cheery face as we all walked in and put down our bags, but my eyes kept wandering back to the various stains and graffiti on the walls. I tried to reassure myself by pulling down the comforter and looking at the clean sheets, only to be horrified by discovering hairs and various debris soiling my bed. I realized that this moment was the moment my cocoon had been waiting for, the moment to protect me from everything in the room and to cradle me into my dreams that night.
As I unfurled the sheet and slipped inside, I took a warm can of beer with me and pulled everything tight, completely encased in my protection and ready to ward off anything that might be trying to keep me company that night. Opening it only once to set my empty beer down, I fell asleep as soundly as one might hope to in such conditions. I awoke the next morning bug bite free and more confident than ever that the cocoon was $20USD very well spent!
Cocoon Thermal Liners