Where's Wally? (Or Waldo?)

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
Trip End Ongoing

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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Mitch has done a runner for the Costa Rican border by the time I've woken up.  Probably a very wise move.  I find myself still here, persuaded to stay at least one more night by a nice bunch of folk and the promise of a massive party in the evening.  Added to this if I stay an extra day, a friend has very kindly said he would drive me back to Granada.  What can you do eh?  Twisted my arm.

As you would expect, it's a lazy day, and a crazy night.  Yet I still manage to do something incredibly stupid.  I've picked a guy up off the floor at the party who is so messy he just pitches forward onto his face.  Then for much of the night I'm talking with a lovely girl who is totally not interested.  I then spend a good length of time propping the smashed dude up while everyone else is having fun.  After this I walk a couple of girls back into town, where I can't find anyone.  When I reach my hostel, I find myself alone. 

Really?  How much does this actually suck?  There I am, staring at the empty space in front of me, a beer in one hand and for some reason a cigar in the other.  Which is pretty horrible.  I then decide to head back into town by myself.  Which is pretty stupid.

I'm not sure if I have a death wish at the moment, or I'm generally being just a total plonker.  I'm going for the latter.  I'm not sure what I'm looking for, and I think that's much of my problem.  As I stride purposefully on, I see various friends escorting the opposite sex home.  Was I trying to get that at the end of the night?  Was I out looking for this guy that started on me?  Was I just really drunk and needed to go to bed?

It's all different in the daylight isn't it?
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