Apparently someone crept into bed with a girl last night who shouldn’t have been there. I’m getting my first real impressions of hostel politics as the case is thrown into the open in an attempt to find out the perpetrator of the crime. The girl in question is not so much upset and alarmed as pissed off, and she informs us she told the mystery man exactly where to go. Of course I’m prime suspect from the point of view of my “friends”, who all firmly believe it was me. Depending on my alcohol intake, it’s entirely possible that I might have done something I have no recollection of. I politely enquire if the suspect was clothed. “Yes” comes the welcome reply, because when I took the kilt off at whatever time I retired with my little American, I was stark bollock naked. Justice prevails for me, but the culprit will forever remain in the shadows.
Rise at 1pm. Urgh. Just urgh. Stagger into a local subway and feed my pain. Stagger round the city with Ryan taking photographs and trying to feel alive. Stagger. It’s a beautiful city surrounded by volcanos. The skyline is clouded, but you can still see the dramatic, unmistakable outline of natures power, sights I have never seen before.
The second ambulance has broken down. The power steering pump has gone and it has been turned in to a local garage to be repaired. Hopefully this will be done on time to ensure we stay on course. I’m not holding out much hope. We might as well build a new ambulance with parts mailed from eBay.
It turns out to be a bit of a lazy day, which is much needed after last night’s frivolities. I’m meeting a wonderfully eclectic bunch of people at the hostel, and our plan is to eat together this evening, before heading out on the town. We’re on a mission once again, dancing on bars until the early hours. I’m setting the standard for the rest of my three-year world-wide trip. I probably won’t make Colombia at this rate.
Rough
Apparently someone crept into bed with a girl last night who shouldn’t have been there. I’m getting my first real impressions of hostel politics as the case is thrown into the open in an attempt to find out the perpetrator of the crime. The girl in question is not so much upset and alarmed as pissed off, and she informs us she told the mystery man exactly where to go. Of course I’m prime suspect from the point of view of my “friends”, who all firmly believe it was me. Depending on my alcohol intake, it’s entirely possible that I might have done something I have no recollection of. I politely enquire if the suspect was clothed. “Yes” comes the welcome reply, because when I took the kilt off at whatever time I retired with my little American, I was stark bollock naked. Justice prevails for me, but the culprit will forever remain in the shadows.
Rise at 1pm. Urgh. Just urgh. Stagger into a local subway and feed my pain. Stagger round the city with Ryan taking photographs and trying to feel alive. Stagger. It’s a beautiful city surrounded by volcanos. The skyline is clouded, but you can still see the dramatic, unmistakable outline of natures power, sights I have never seen before.
The second ambulance has broken down. The power steering pump has gone and it has been turned in to a local garage to be repaired. Hopefully this will be done on time to ensure we stay on course. I’m not holding out much hope. We might as well build a new ambulance with parts mailed from eBay.
It turns out to be a bit of a lazy day, which is much needed after last night’s frivolities. I’m meeting a wonderfully eclectic bunch of people at the hostel, and our plan is to eat together this evening, before heading out on the town. We’re on a mission once again, dancing on bars until the early hours. I’m setting the standard for the rest of my three-year world-wide trip. I probably won’t make Colombia at this rate.