Life at the hostel continues much as before. Gamey wafts greet you as you walk past every room and red bleery eyes stare back at you as you make your way to the veruka-infested washroom. My time in these establishments must end soon, or I myself may just become one enormous walking veruka. Not a pleasant option. A nice 5.30am wake-up for us all this morning as someone was getting up for work. A nice Canadian fella from Halifax (he gives you extra) but somewhat intense. One of those guys who tells a joke and then laughs in your face for ages, just staring and waiting for you to enjoy the joke as much as he clearly has. A long wait, in my case. It's taken me a little while to indentify exactly what it is that makes hostel life so unique and the other night I think I cracked it. I genuinely believe there's no other place in the world where you meet someone for the first time and during their introduction - in the dorm, you understand - they strip down to just their pants. Where else is this appropriate, apart from London heaths? There I was happily reading my book in bed and within seconds a total stranger walks in and starts telling me about his journey - all the while performing a slightly awkward striptease. I'm not 100% sure, but I think he noticed the absurdness of the occasion too and quickly vaulted into the top bunk, hiding his shame while I attempted to shrug off the whole embarassing incident. The conversation soon ran dry though and I can blame nothing else except the exceptionally rapid appearance of his droopy ball-bag. We could have been friends were it not for his intrusive glands.
I think I may well go over to the Roger's Stadium to watch the local Blue Jays baseball team play against the Yankees tonight. I've already been to a game and spent the majority of it barking insults at some Red Sox catcher called Drew. He just happened to be close and I just happened to be drinking a lot. I'd never have the minerals to do such a thing at a footy match, but here it seems almost compulsory over here and the players usually take it in good spirits. We'll just have to wait and see what happens tonight - I could be spending the latter part of the night having a baseball bat surgically removed from my bum-bum. Last time I went to a game there was never a dull moment. Every time there's a stop in the play they're either hurling out free gifts - drinks or toys usually - getting everyone to have a bit of a sing-song or having people leave their dignity at the door and dress up to race each other to that baby elephant music. You'd know it if you heard it. Last time they were dressed up as chillis and much hilarity emanated from them falling, It's A Knockout-style, over each other. I liked it when they fell too - maybe I'll get a job as a racing chilli. Maybe not.
Anyway, I've handed my CV into the E&C and it's in God's hands now. A silent prayer from you lot wouldn't go amiss either. Remember, He does move in mysterious ways.
Bye then, write soon now
Andrew X
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