I was up at 4:45 am for my flight back to
I had some time to kill and spent it reading my newest book, Eat, Pray, Love. I fell asleep before the plane took off, but some nasty turbulence about 10 minutes in woke me up. Still, it's not a long flight and soon I had grabbed my stuff and was on a bus to the train station. There, the guy gave me wrong change, but when I called him on it he apologized and gave me what I was meant to have.
The train ride was quite uneventful except that to get the train from
The train was a bit late and then my connecting train was also late. This meant that I didn't get into
The hostel was odd. It was decorated very oddly, like you might imagine you great aunt's house to look, with everything covered in doilies and having a particular smell. I was also the only person there. At one point when I was taking a shower it seems like someone was really pissed off, because I could hear yelling from downstairs very very loudly.
As I had gotten there so late I didn't really have time to see much of anything.
I spent the evening getting my pictures from