Trouble is, the door is looked at night, even the gate. Yesterday I was tempted to climb over the fence... and tried a couple of times but thought better of it. He must have known I wasn't back yet so probably kept looking out for me which is why eventually he came out to let me in. In the car yesterday he asked me when I'd be back to the hotel and I said... who knows?
Luckily he seems to be pretty good natured.
At lunch there was a whole cheering team at a near by table. Great set up when you can seat a whole big group around one table. There seemed to have been only one bloke amongst them all, and he seemed to be their coach when I saw them later on up the hill in a park/paddock practising.
Jano and his guitar jamming with a Dutch Esperantist. Both usually on hand to provide some musical interlude to the day.
Back at the congress centre in the evening, a French Canadian woman asked me whether I'd heard Micha, the Israeli in our class, play the piano. No I replied so off we went to the theatre to find out how talented Micha actually is. Bloody brilliant! It's not every day that you get to hear someone that plays with such swing and isn't some sort of professional or semi-professional. I dragged the French woman in from outside so that she could join in a rendition of La Mer
with Micha supplying some great accompaniment.
While I'm normally up at the restaurant at night, Lorenzo, an Italian Esperantist seems to have made his Lorenzejo
a permanent feature of the congress. He dubbed it the Lorenzejo, a reference to a made up word in Esperanto - Lorenzo's place. I'm not sure whether he chose to sit outside every night because he's a smoker, or because it's a nice open space to sit down in, something that seemed to have been lacking inside. It was usually him, the two Portuguese girls and anyone else that dropped by. A very welcoming group.
Finally though there was just me, the greater of the two Danes and a bottle of some Slovak spirit left. And yes, before long we'd knocked that off too. Then he decided at four in the morning that he wanted to go to town. Not wanting to be a piker I said, let's go! We hadn't got very far before a couple of blokes stopped in their car to give us a lift. They knew that there'd be nothing open in town except for the corner shop that's a necessity in case someone (like us) wanted to buy beer at 4 in the morning. Once stocked up with beer we went for a drive in the country... no idea where, but the two blokes seemed to be having a good time. And eventually we got dropped back at the congress centre. I suspect that both of our heads were spinning a fair bit by then so probably don't remember that much of where we'd been.
Back at my pension, the front-door bloke told me that he'd had a look for me at 2 in the morning, at 4 in the morning... I rather sheepishly made my apologies and... went to bed.
Well, my new hotel/pension up here in Harmonia is great. I'm about 300 meters from the congress centre, out in the countryside... great bloke at the front desk who even stopped and gave me a lift into town yesterday when he saw me on the road.