Where am I?

In the dream, two young women are singing a karaoke duet. The song is catchy but kind of sad with a lyric about dying young. I am standing among a small crowd of backpackers and our large packs pretending to dance to amuse the group. We are standing in line waiting to order cooking fuel and food. There is a hostel of some kind. Bunk beds. I hang my towel to dry. There is a breeze. There is camaraderie. I feel good here.