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Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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I do. I always have, and after my first night in Singapore I was really excited at the prospect of reviving these old chestnuts and getting the full benefit from each moment. Hostel life after all is a valuable experience, one that we should all benefit from, at least once in our lives.
But it's not all fun and games. As much as sacrificing ones privacy isn't any real hardship, there are times when having your own privacy, even for a few valuable moments, would be an indescribable blessing. Like when you're keeled over semi-naked on a top bunk above someone elses head, 'builders-arse' hanging out of your boxers as you throw your ring and all the contents of 'today's excessive consumption' violently into the bottom of a filthy red bucket you happened to find by some small miracle in the corner of a hot, aromatic, shared bathroom, one in which you've just spent the last hour emptying your guts from your arse as your mouth waters incessantly in anticipation of an imminent tremendous heave.
This whole process started around 9pm last night after the warning signs of three or four sharp stomach cramps. Just what I needed. Instinctively I made a sharp exit, leaving my new friends outside to continue with the pleasure of enjoying a few leisurely cold ones. The dorms here are well populated (20 beds plus) so I was fortunate enough to have a sizeable audience, most of whom looked on as I heaved violently, throwing every last bit of dignity into the smelly depths of my own digestion. As I was busy dealing with my own demise, I wasn't particularly paying much attention to my surroundings, though I did notice Neils frantically grabbing his belongings before dashing to the other side of the room as if the dull tones of an air-raid siren had just filled the air. I apologised but I don't think he heard me. Minutes later I was joined by a member of staff who had me move to another dorm where they'd made up a bottom bunk for me next to the door.
So today I've spent the full day in bed sipping pathetically at bottled water in between a rollercoaster of toilet visits every twenty minutes. I'm completely lifeless and care very little for much else. I'm minced. And I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off it's happened. Yes I'm a greedy rotter but I still can't put my finger on the exact cause and I'm equally pissed off that I've missed out on going to Malaysia today by bus with Shannon - a spur of the moment trip that we'd agreed on last night and one that I was really looking forward to. Such is life.
But I do love dorms.
The hugest thanks...
...to Louis - for the immense kindness shown throughout the night and for keeping my water topped up while I slept. To Shannon - for our brief moment before she left for Malaysia (and for sewing a new button on my pants.) And to the wild and wonderful Karen for making the whole experience a much more dignified one (and for providing the button.)
When backpackers pull together, they pull together. And when that happens, they're the finest family in the world. I mean that more than words can say..