You have one and only chance to make hostel friends. If you reject them because they are rapey, everyone else in the hostel takes that as a sign that you are not friendly. Walking through the city at night is beautiful but there is only one club (that isn't a gay bar) open on a Monday. Obviously, that's where we headed. Beth and I have some drinks etc and get approached by a group of men. The men were not rapists or Murderers (calm down mother) but Trauma surgeons here for the European surgeons' congress... Or something like that. I begin a pleasant conversation with one fellow about his recent surgeries and how rewarding it must be to save lives... In a brief lapse in the conversation, I hear Beth talking to one of the other surgeons.... "If someone offered you dog meat, would you eat it?".... I realise I shouldn't leave her unattended....
Anyway, here's some photos of our night, the surgeons and stuff. Europe is brilliant because I can smoke in hotels, bars, even cafès... Beth is less impressed by this.
p.s. I feel like I have run a marathon, carrying a backpack around is tricky.
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