When we did our UK tour, I had booked a room in a Hostel. For two persons there was a room with bunk beds, and a shower. It was so small that we had to undress and dress one by one, while the other sat on the bed (or in the bathroom)
For one night it was OK and it was very close to our departure point the next morning at 6.30 am. I had never slept in a bunk bed in my life and of course wanted to try out the upper "floor". I thought with my forthcoming 70 years old bones I'll give it a try.
There was no ladder at the bunk bed, but only holes cut out to get into the upper bed. It hurt like hell the naked feet which made the climbing rather painful. Finally I managed and settled down happily on my "second floor" overlooking the landscape which was a naked wall and some hangers, but a little table with a kettle and no coffee. But then I thought if I have to get up during the night, how do I get down ? Of course there was no light at the beds, only one string to lighten up the whole room.
Ilona worried about me and was afraid that I would fall not on her head but on the floor if ever mother nature calls me into the bathroom. As she is half a head smaller than I and has a very small frame, she suggested to swap and I climbed down and felt like an elephant. She instead climbed up as quick as a monkey and armed with one pocket lamp each, we finally settled down and fell asleep. Besides the fact that each time she moved a toe I had the feeling to sleep in a boat on an agitated sea. The whole bed shook.
But it was fun and an adventure and I like to do things which I have never done ! It's never too late !