The windows of the room were very drafty and the light always shone through, making sleep very unsatisfactory. I was relieved to move to a new room on the next lever that had a long corridor where I could store my stuff. It was a quiet room until I arrived after dinner to only be queried by three people in the room if it was ok to smoke weed, as long as the window was open. The question presented to me was not nearly as bad as the smell permeating from the bedraggled laundry strewn across the room.Not all the people were dodgy as there were two kiwi guys staying in the room and I got along with them well right away. One guy was middle aged farmer from the south island who always wore a black jumpsuit and the other a Maori bloke from south Auckland looking for work. They have only been in the room for a few nights and got me up to speed on what was happening. There was a French girl, probably 20, was living in the room for three weeks previous. They speculated that she was working at one of the three strip clubs that were only a block away. They also told me that she told them that some Indian dude owed her $300, but we could only speculate for what. There was also a strange Aussie guy there who looked like a vampire with prison tats. On the window sill was a bag of garlic, so we did not know what to take from that. The first night included the Aussie guy getting so high he fell asleep on the floor at 8pm, only to wake up at 4 am and rouse the entire room, screaming "Where is my Fucking lighter!" He then went up to the French girl and not so politely asked her to cook him some eggs.
Things got exponentially sophisticated this past weekend. A group of Brazilians who were studying in Brisbane came to Melbourne to party for the weekend. Like most Latinos, their idea of going out is drinking at the hostel until 2am, then heading to the nightclubs until 8am. The Maori guy got almost got into a fistfight with them the first night and things only became more dreadful. At 5am of their second night I was woken up by the guy above me who was trying to climb out of his bed. He fell on the floor with a intense thud, then walked in front of the French girl's bed and began to urinate. I yelled at him and woke up the rest of the room. That did not stop this young Casanova from peeing all over the French girl's clothes and her computer. I turned on the light to reveal that he also peed on her bed and she was not alone. A random German guy got wet as well. The German woke up suddenly and ran out of the room butt naked screaming in his native tongue and covering himself with his hands. The young Brazilian who did the deed then jumped back into MY bed, forcing the Maori guy and myself to pick him up and throw him back into the top bunk. The other Brazilians nearly fell out of their beds laughing. The French girl was too stoned to wake up. She slept into 10am and when she rose had the nerve to ask why the entire room spelled like ass. That's when I had a good laugh. I did loan her a few dollars to help her with her laundry later in the day because she had so much to clean. At least this place has free rice and pasta.
Tonight is ladies night at the hostel bar. Many guys are wearing u guessed it: dresses and wigs to collect two hours of free drinks. The Aussie guy is wearing a tight striped French shirt and a g-string, standing at the end of the bar wearing sunglasses looking over his next prey.
On Thursday I will start subletting a place until July 22, so these adventures will also be short lived. I will also be arising at 6am to make it to work in time. Just another hassle of starting over in a new city.
