Quiet Asian, Sleeping American

Well well well, I've been very happy the past couple of days, firstly in order to atone for my charity sins I have just founded a new and honest charity http://www.sponsorabackpacker.com/. I've adjusted my various profiles and signatures on web pages I frequent to link to it. I ask that you please do the same and also email all your friends lets launch this great charity and start an Internet phenomena together!

The past couple of days I've been on a date, its been great! Sadly Ms X wishes to remain anonymous which is reasonable considering the undue pressure that would be caused by having her life read about by literally ten's of readers everyday. I am completely happy to share all the personal details of my life, but feel I don't have the right to share anthers especially (well to be honest mainly) when she knows about the blog and can read it and get annoyed. I will keep this blog more secret in future to protect its integrity.

All I can say that early one morning round her house (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) she made me Vegemite on toast. Don't eat it - dispute its name the closest thing to a vegetable it contains is yeast extract and it tastes suspiciously similar to Marmite.

Being the accomplished blogger that I have become I'm not going to let the fact I'm not allowed to write about the past couple of days stop me from making a great entry. Where would we be if Shakespeare had decided not to write just because he had nothing to write about?


Room mate update:

One of the things I love most about hostels is the people you meet and share a room with, here's an update about the people I share with.



Quiet Asian - I woke up one morning to find out he had left without saying a word. Who'd have thought it? However I did hear him talk once, he was asleep and said a few angry random Japanese words. Well I assume they where random as he was asleep. I don't speak Japanese so they may have made perfect sense.



Dreads - Dreads has been in my room for a while, when I first spoke to him he said he had just been on holiday to Fuji and would I like to see his photos. Having never seen Fuji before I jumped at the chance, now this is where me and Dreads started to part ways. I always had to repeat everything I said to him, he was Spanish and was trying to make me feel like my English was bad. I spoke slowly and clearly using simple words and tenses, but he always without fail made me repeat the same thing twice. Maybe he learned English of a tape where they always said everything at least twice. The more worrying thing about him was that nearly every photo of him in Fuji was a close up shot of him with his top off. You could barley see any of Fuji at all and after about 10 photos like this I put the camera down. This angered Dreads who would pick up the camera every time I put it down and give it back to me until I had seen all 117 calender shots of him in Fuji.


The Sleeper - The sleeper was American I knew this from the one time I bumped into him at the bar. A pleasant chap I was happy to finally have a normal room mate. In his first few days here he was jet lagged like the best of us when we arrive. Instead of adjusting like normal people do, he just started sleeping more and more. To the point you could now almost guarantee that whenever you enter the room he would be there to grown at you. Lunch time, after work, evening or late at night now no longer mattered to him for he was the Sleeper!


Shavo - My new room mate, I have only two bits of information about him on file at present, one that it takes him an inordinately long time to shave his head. the first time I bumped into him in the bathroom and hes head was already looking completely shaven. I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth, had a shower and even a shave and left with him still shaving his head. I was tempted to shave my own head and race him, I was confident of my victory despite his head start of already being finished. I have shaved my own head a few times and I admit it is an awkward situation but he had all the tools he needed, a shaver and two mirrors, and he just seemed to be shaving the same bits over and over again.

This made a lot more sense when I found the next bit of information about Shavo came to light, his locker looks like the suitcase from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. This guy did a lot of drunks, the smell of skunk escaped his locker and give our room that final University halls of residence touch that it had been missing up to this point.