Sep 28, 2011
I'm kicking about the hostel today with the express intention of not drinking tonight and not letting myself go out. Instead I watch a multitude of childish idiots get on the sauce. This must be what I look like when I'm on a bender, but most of these kids are hammered after a couple of strong German beers and they're all talking utter shite. I've borrowed some large white card from the bins at the back of the hostel, and I'm trying to make my 'India' and 'Dresden' signs. It's drawing quite a crowd, but as tempting as it is to get on the booze, especially because of a stunning French girl floating around, I stick to my guns and I'm in bed by 1am. Tomorrow the mission begins.