Hostelity

Hostels are really really strange environments. Right now I'm sitting in the common room at Canadiana Backpackers Hostel, writing and watching a group of very drunk Peruvians play cards, drink more, and just generally carouse. One of them just sat on my table until one of the men pressed her back towards me in a half-welcomed embrace. She pushes him away laughing and staggers forward a couple steps. On the other side of the room, a couple of GWAR fans I spoke to earlier are standing over the garbage can. One of them seems about ready to throw up, but doesn't.

Oh where my adventures have led me.