Stalag 17

I was rapidly growing to dislike the hostel I was staying in it was full or rules and quirks to make life more difficult. The only explanation I had for the state of affairs was that it was run by someone that really hated backpackers. Maybe they had there heart broken by one when they where younger. The place was full of signs like this one I found on my door one morning.

The kitchen was closed between the hours of 12 and 1 for cleaning, that's right they closed the kitchen for lunch. They tended to wash the showers and bathrooms between around 9 and 10, this seemed to be as a measure to make it awkward for people waking up wanting a shower. The water was always just hot enough to have a shower but definitely cold enough to stop you getting any enjoyment from the experience.

I was missing my relatively harmless crazy room mates, I was sharing a room with two very nice normal chatty guys and two complete yobs from England. These guys where just terrible, they where so bad they didn't even like each other! A couple of nights in a row now our room has been woken up by those two coming back and starting to fight each other in the room. These are the kind of people I probably should be helping, but to honest I think they deserve to be themselves I can't really think of a better punishment for them.

Luckily I was a clear foot taller than both of them so I felt confident telling them things like to shut up or go and kill each other, preferably the latter. He responded by saying something along the lines

'I'll do what ever I want when ever I want'

I just stood up and stared at him till he went to bed.

I will escape, work has already started on the tunnel.