On the emails we received from the backpackers lodge...good ol' ian said to 'approach the mailbox as if collecting your mail'
We thought this was particularly odd...especially when it was 2 am and lets face it...who checks their mail at that time? especially with a suitcase in their hand!
Anyway...we spent about 5 minutes watching Tanya do a 76 point turn in the big ol' hunka junka. Laughed a little then approached the mail box...only to find...
NO FUCKING KEY!
2AM. RAIN. BURNING EYES. AND NO FUCKING KEY.
Sarahs words...'the office opens a 8 we could just hang here til then!'
nicolas words...'there must be a bar or strip club open? can't we just knock?'
Sarah continues to pull out the confirmation...i straight away look at this and realise she booked it for a night ago...when we were flighing across new delhi. STUPID BITCH. She blames the time difference, i blame the alcohol we consumed when booking our holiday!
There was a light on in the hostel, so i walked up to the window...only to find jesus/scrawny german girl curled up on a couch under a light reading a book. OUR SAVIOUR!
She let us in, she had little english in her. Her words.
'TOILET, HOT WATER, COUCH'
Great!
We didn't want to feel too at home but we were so tired, so we agreed to get 2 hours shut eye before sitting up on the sofa and pretending we'd just arrived. So tired we manically got the giggles, like stomach cramping giggles...we can't even remember why. But sarah had fat feet! The sort of fat feet you see on an old lady who is travelling on a bus in slippers...because their that uncomfortable (picture to follow)
After debating to play trivial pursuit and the 'what do you prefer' game we konked out for an hour! Joy!
We wake..meet ian the hostel owner...who was also clearly thinking 'stupid bitches' He offered not to charge us for our night on the couch...what a gent!
We spent some of the day in queen street shopping...it was wack so we went to the pub (a jager pub). This is when our tired conversations hit another level....with a new, fresh, exciting game...that goes by the name of...
RATE THAT ASIAN
So basically the aim of the game is to score the Asians on how cool they are...(gwen stefani loves harajuku girls...they score 10...however jackie chans dress sense would rate him a 0.827)
We scored some right rotten eggs, you wouldn't even dip a soldier in them!!!
We went home for a powernap before meeting Tanya and paul for drinkypoos at THE BOG...an irish pub themed to look like the last post.
Tanya only knew where the pub was because it was opposite 'burgerfuel' what a boofa!
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