Nightmare
At the last moment I had decided to stay another night in the hostel. Jacqueline thought it would be ridiculous to pay for that night as she had a key of the room, so she thought up a plan to make it possible to spend the night in the hostel for free.
The basic idea was that she would let me into the hostel and room. The only thing we hadn’t thought about is how I was supposed to get out of the hostel the next day without being noticed, but we could worry about that later.
Jacqueline had promised some friends from the hostel to meet them in the bar and since I didn’t feel like going to bed yet, I joined her there. The bar goes with the hostel, but has a separate entrance. Most of the times you'll find a lot of male drunken backpackers there, hunting the few women that there are in the bar.
This night wasn’t different. Some guy, almost too drunk to stand without gripping onto something, obviously was interested in Jacqueline. I don’t think it was because of his problem to maintain his balance that he was touching Jacqueline all the time and soon it was starting to get very annoying.
When he was gone for a few rare seconds I asked Jacqueline if she wasn’t bothered by it all. He had asked her to have dinner with him and regrettably she had accepted, ensuring him that it was only going to be dinner and that she wasn’t interested in anything else. As always she was just too polite to actually tell the guy to leave. I explained her that the best thing was to use straight, clear language and tried to teach her short sentences like “fuck off” or “get lost”, but it was too much unlike her to use that kind of language.
Later that evening we were playing a game of pool against two older gentlemen, who seemed a bit lost. Mr. Irritating even managed, together with one of his friends, to deviously take over from our opponents, leaving them stupefied about the sudden switch. It was obvious that he was jealous of me, because I was talking to Jacqueline all the time and now even playing a game of pool with her.
My allergic reaction was now really reaching a level that was almost unbearable. My hands were getting all itchy and I could feel my muscles tightening. The easiest way to deal with it would have been to tell Mr. I-am-too-good-to-be-true how pathetic he was, but I chose for the more sensible option to go to bed. Sooner or later Jacqueline had to deal with the situation herself, so there was no point in getting involved myself.
Part one of the plan worked fine. Jacqueline piloted me into the hostel and into our room and then went back to the bar. She was still hoping for some nice danceable Latin music, otherwise she wouldn’t get rid of the alcohol in her blood and was likely to get drunk.
One hour later I was woken up by a reasonable tipsy Jacqueline, sitting on the floor next to my bed and illuminating my face with the light from her mobile phone. I told her to get some sleep and after 15 minutes she crawled in her bed.
Nearly 10 minutes later the silence was interrupted by a loud bang. For a moment I thought Jacqueline had fallen out of bed, but as she lay in a lower bed that couldn’t have made such a racket. It became clear that another guy in our room, David, had too much to drink and had fallen out of his upper(!) bed. When he regained consciousness he tried to find his way to the bathroom, but being totally disorientated and wasted ended up at Grams bed (remember Gram?), almost peeing all over him.
Gram, who of course also had been waken up by the loud bang, started yelling at him, calling him an idiot amongst other less kindly things. Eventually David found his way to the door, which he wisely left ajar since he wasn’t carrying a key. But somehow Gram always gets upset when the door is left open, and pissed ;-) as he already was, got out of bed and slammed the door.
With no key to get in David started banging on the door, first gently, but after a couple of minutes of no response, he was nearly breaking down the door. In the meantime a bad humored Ben had waken up and luckily went to the door to make the banging stop. It was about to get all quiet again in our room, but not before Ben en Gram had called David all sorts of names because of his asocial behavior.
I didn’t really get all the other things that happened that night, but as I was staying illegally in the hostel that night, I figured it was best to be as invisible as possible.
Jacqueline told me the next morning (after just a few effective hours of sleep) that there was some leak in the wall which had wet whole Ben’s bed. Apparently even the manager (!) had come to have a look at it in the middle of the night. Luckily he hadn’t noticed me.
Now there was only one challenge, to get out of the hostel without arousing suspicion. We came up with the idea that I had just come this morning to pick up my luggage which I left in Jacqueline’s room. That wouldn’t even be lying, it only wasn’t the whole truth.
Escaping from the hostel turned out to be not much of a challenge. The girl at the reception immediately bought my story and I was on my way to my new home.
The basic idea was that she would let me into the hostel and room. The only thing we hadn’t thought about is how I was supposed to get out of the hostel the next day without being noticed, but we could worry about that later.
Jacqueline had promised some friends from the hostel to meet them in the bar and since I didn’t feel like going to bed yet, I joined her there. The bar goes with the hostel, but has a separate entrance. Most of the times you'll find a lot of male drunken backpackers there, hunting the few women that there are in the bar.
This night wasn’t different. Some guy, almost too drunk to stand without gripping onto something, obviously was interested in Jacqueline. I don’t think it was because of his problem to maintain his balance that he was touching Jacqueline all the time and soon it was starting to get very annoying.
When he was gone for a few rare seconds I asked Jacqueline if she wasn’t bothered by it all. He had asked her to have dinner with him and regrettably she had accepted, ensuring him that it was only going to be dinner and that she wasn’t interested in anything else. As always she was just too polite to actually tell the guy to leave. I explained her that the best thing was to use straight, clear language and tried to teach her short sentences like “fuck off” or “get lost”, but it was too much unlike her to use that kind of language.
Later that evening we were playing a game of pool against two older gentlemen, who seemed a bit lost. Mr. Irritating even managed, together with one of his friends, to deviously take over from our opponents, leaving them stupefied about the sudden switch. It was obvious that he was jealous of me, because I was talking to Jacqueline all the time and now even playing a game of pool with her.
My allergic reaction was now really reaching a level that was almost unbearable. My hands were getting all itchy and I could feel my muscles tightening. The easiest way to deal with it would have been to tell Mr. I-am-too-good-to-be-true how pathetic he was, but I chose for the more sensible option to go to bed. Sooner or later Jacqueline had to deal with the situation herself, so there was no point in getting involved myself.
Part one of the plan worked fine. Jacqueline piloted me into the hostel and into our room and then went back to the bar. She was still hoping for some nice danceable Latin music, otherwise she wouldn’t get rid of the alcohol in her blood and was likely to get drunk.
One hour later I was woken up by a reasonable tipsy Jacqueline, sitting on the floor next to my bed and illuminating my face with the light from her mobile phone. I told her to get some sleep and after 15 minutes she crawled in her bed.
Nearly 10 minutes later the silence was interrupted by a loud bang. For a moment I thought Jacqueline had fallen out of bed, but as she lay in a lower bed that couldn’t have made such a racket. It became clear that another guy in our room, David, had too much to drink and had fallen out of his upper(!) bed. When he regained consciousness he tried to find his way to the bathroom, but being totally disorientated and wasted ended up at Grams bed (remember Gram?), almost peeing all over him.
Gram, who of course also had been waken up by the loud bang, started yelling at him, calling him an idiot amongst other less kindly things. Eventually David found his way to the door, which he wisely left ajar since he wasn’t carrying a key. But somehow Gram always gets upset when the door is left open, and pissed ;-) as he already was, got out of bed and slammed the door.
With no key to get in David started banging on the door, first gently, but after a couple of minutes of no response, he was nearly breaking down the door. In the meantime a bad humored Ben had waken up and luckily went to the door to make the banging stop. It was about to get all quiet again in our room, but not before Ben en Gram had called David all sorts of names because of his asocial behavior.
I didn’t really get all the other things that happened that night, but as I was staying illegally in the hostel that night, I figured it was best to be as invisible as possible.
Jacqueline told me the next morning (after just a few effective hours of sleep) that there was some leak in the wall which had wet whole Ben’s bed. Apparently even the manager (!) had come to have a look at it in the middle of the night. Luckily he hadn’t noticed me.
Now there was only one challenge, to get out of the hostel without arousing suspicion. We came up with the idea that I had just come this morning to pick up my luggage which I left in Jacqueline’s room. That wouldn’t even be lying, it only wasn’t the whole truth.
Escaping from the hostel turned out to be not much of a challenge. The girl at the reception immediately bought my story and I was on my way to my new home.
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