Could Wake The Deaf
Trip Start
Apr 18, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Faro,
Portugal
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
This morning I woke up in hallway after a night of battling shouts from kids who appeared far too old to behaving as they were and an olypic level snore-athon staged by one of my room mates. Let me explain how it came to this.
I retired to my Hostel early last night in hopes to have a good nights rest and get an early start to my day trip to the nearby villiage of Olhao. In the beginning of the evening some aparent sexual tension between a high school or college age group brought the maturity level of its members to a minimum and their noise level to a maximum until about 1AM. At which time they grew weary of yelling giggling and slamming doors in the name of love which allowed the rest of us including my five room mates to do the same. Finally! Peace and quiet and a good nights rest!.... Or....not. As soon as the love-flusered youths had settled in my roomy with the bunk next to mine settled into some hard core snoring. Not your average snort, wistle and roll over snore, OH NOOOOOOOO!!!!! But an all night marathon, maximum volume THX digital surround sound snoring fest. Luckily I had bought ear plugs that day which immediately eliminated all amorous adolecent clamor, but when the teens mellowed and the snore-fest began it seemed as though I no longer had them in. So I pressed them further into my ears thinking perhaps if I inflict enough internal damage I won't be able to hear her and I'll be able to get some sleep. So I pushed abd prodded until my ear canals burned with pain and I could feel the effects of mild temporal brain damage. The plus were quality, I could hear nothing of the world around me. Yet her snoring vibrated through my aural barriers with a power that could have won any low rider bass competition. She had a snore that could, literaly wake the deaf. After two hours or more of covering my head with various items and trying to wake her up in several passive aggressive ways. I realized the only way I was ever going to get any sleep that night was to abandon ship. I got up with the plan of stealing into an open room with an empty bed, only to find them all locked witj the exception of the one to the terrace. Exhausted, I stumbled out into the moonlit terrace and discovered that the sunbathing chairs had Sandra-sized cushions on them. So I stealthily made off with a few and made a bed for myself in the shdowd of the end of the hallway and fell fast asleep...for a few hours, by seven the teens had begun their obstreperous mating ritual which, unfortunately for me, involved the terrace. So I was forced to take refuge in my original quarters. I dozed on and off between snorts with all my belonging pile on my head until 8:30 gratis breakfast. (two rolls, one slice of cheese, one slice of ham, coffee, butter, marmalade, yogert and Cornflakes in HOT milk....it was interesting.) I ate half of my free meal and packed the other half away for lunch begore returning to my room (Now eerily quiet in the absence of Captain Snoresalot) and passing out. I was soon joined by my other sleep deprived roomies and we slept peacefully for the first time until 11Am 2 hours later than I had planned to get started. As soon as I was semi-concious, I went immediately down to reception and booked another night in a DIFFERENT ROOM, before heading out on the days' adventures.
