"Camping trip"

05.02.2017

The hostel also planned a camping trip, which didn't go so well. We waited around all morning for people to rent their bikes. Against my better judgment, I hopped on one with Ben, an 18 year old British guy. Oh lord.

I didn't find out how old he was until we were almost there. At which point, there was a big pile up on a gravel road and I found myself on the ground rolling around in the dust, dodging the next bikes in line. I wore all long sleeves, pants and shoes, so I was fine. The crash was in slow motion also. I t didn't make me very excited to go back with Ben the next day at all.

We went swimming near a small waterfall, and of course the boys needed to jump off the cliff, one after the other. Ben was the first of course. i just sat on the stones sipping cheap beer, marvelling at the way things stay the same, throughout the millennia.

There was some sort of dinner, but I couldn't finish it. Some jerks decided to shit talk feminists so I left and went to bed. I was only there for maybe a half hour when the same jerks came in my hut and tried to sleep there. I told them I wasn't sleeping in the same hut as them, and they said they were no matter what I said. They dropped their bags off and left a blanket. I stole it and fell asleep till they came back. It was the campsite owner's blanket, not his, so I didn't care. I didn't sleep at all after that, it was too cold.

Waterfall