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Another Day O' Chillin
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My dorm room smellt like wet man upon waking this morning, and i put it down to the poor ventilation, the elevated position in the second floor, and the busload of hairy Spaniards that materialised in the surrounding bunk beds throughout the course of the night.
It's been a good couple of nights here at the B+B Hostel Utrecht and i'm beginning to feel like a part of the family, or at very least, a piece of the furniture. I don't think i've come across a hostel quite as comfortable, and certainly nowhere near as inviting. Today seemed like another fine day for doing very little, and i ensured that this goal was high on my days' agenda. Henceforth, I did bugger all. With a wall of guitars and various, random instruments on offer for the budding fiddler, there was no question that i was going to spend a lot of time here in Utrecht being musical, writing songs, getting ideas out of my head and winding down somewhat from an enormously eventful and busy European adventure.
Its always tough to remember nitty details about the days where little to nothing happens...and for the first time in this blog series, i can't even make stuff up for this day. I've let this entry go for way too long and my brain has got sweet f.a idea about what went on. Free food, a walk around town, guitar, more food, internet, CNN violence in the background. The usual.
Sorry guys. Keep on moving....nothing to see here. Get on board for the next tale.
Tomorrow's is a real doozy.
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