1001 Degrees Of Latino Heat!!!
Hi everybody!!! Before I start I have been noticing a steady decline in the number of comments you folks are leaving. Whats up with that? Man, I like reading the comments as much as you like reading my updates. My updates take time to write. A comment is two sentences. Pick it up. Or else when I get home there is going to be all hell to pay. Jessie you are already on my poop list. Your killing my franchise. It took me months to develop the team and money by the way so you need to get that ship sailing, failure to do so will result in nashing of the teeth and 10 seconds in a chokehold. Ed Sierra at the parks department has the numbers for everyone on the team. LEAVING VIENNA. I was happy to be leaving Vienna and back on the road again. I have found that most places I can hang out around for a couple of days before I get that itch that I cant scratch and I just have to leave. I walked into the train and found a compartment all to myself. This was good so far, maybe some Czech twins will arrive in this compartment. No luck, instead some Americans did. We were sitting in the compartment and it only had 6 seats. As the Americans (2) were putting there stuff in the overhead compartment a group of about 5 Spaniards arrives. They had this compartment reserved apparently, after some discussion trying to figure out how were suppossed to tell whats reserved and whats not we finally find a compartment that is completely empty and just decide to go in. A couple minutes later an American and a Brit enter the compartment. These people were pretty cool and friendly, I dont remember any of thier names but they were cool peeps. All four of these kids were in college, they were nerds doing a month long symposium on conflict resolution and international relations in Prague. Vienna was just a side trip. As the group is talking and everything and Im throwing in my two bits it became apparent to me how different I was in comparison to the rest of the group. They asked me about my trip and I procedded to tell them about the fight story in S. France....Dude fight stories are all always the best and they are the best way to hit it off with people, or so I thought. These folks were LIBERALS. I dont mean the typical day to day liberal that most liberals are, no these were the types that give liberals a bad name. They fit so many stereotypes I felt like they were characters from southpark. One guy was gay. One guy was Jewish. The two girls were Lesbian lovers. When I was relating my fight story I didnt even get to the end, they lost interest. LOST INTEREST IN ONE OF MY TALES. Couldnt believe it. Instead they started talking about Iraq, Soldiers killing kids and women and how we should basically courtmartial half the armed forces pull out of the whole middle east and focus on developing different ways to cope with terrorist. Before I go any further just let me say that I am very liberal in many ways and most of you know this but I the whole attitude is different. To me these people were not being real. I only believe in one pull out method and it has nothing to do with Iraq (Im so sorry mom and dad but the joke was just to good to pass up, Ill keep it clean now). CourtMartial soldiers. Man, crazy s*** happens in war. Basically where are all these dirty hippies at when terrorist are beheading journalist and other people that are not soldiers. These types only come out when Americans do some messed up stuff but they give a free pass to the atrocities that others committ. Or when enemy soldiers are firing rockets and detonating bombs from the middle of a city or village surrounded by civilians then acting outraged when Americans fire right back and civilians are killed. Some soldiers should be courtmartialed though, its hard to judge when I have never been in a war. Whatever a soldier has to do to get home he has to do, I would do the same I think most people would. Judging war and soldiers from the safety of a train traveling through Europe is flat out stupid. Ok enough of that, I just kept my mouth shut the ride was going to be 5 hours and I didnt want to piss everyone off right off the bat. Instead we talked about music, humor and basically anything else. then for the last two hours we played a game called GHOST. I thought it was a competition to tell the best ghost story. which I would have won. Its a vocabulary game. Its sort of like horse in basketball. The point is to form a word with everyone in the group adding a letter, if a word is formed on your turn then you get a letter G,H,O,S,T then you lose. I was tearing it up. These suckas thought they were all cool with thier big universities, liberal views and alternative lifestyles. In the end I came in third but towards the middle of the game after I had knocked one person out with my strategies they started an alliance against me. It was gay. One guy would spend like 6 minutes thinking up a letter and whenever he did this I was always losing. I still managed to knock out another player and then it was really just two on one and I lost. I got to Prague around 11pm. Within two seconds of stepping into the train station I could tell this city was a little more ghetto. When I walked out of the train station into a park there were about 40 Gypsies singing and sitting around on benches. I immediately went on high alert, put my hands in my pockets protecting my valuables and tried to look harder then hard. It worked no one tried to pick my pocket. I walked over to a hostel, got a room stepped inside and realized that this was the best hostel I had stayed at thus far. Free internet and a bar, Tight. The first night in the hostel I got so frustrated with my bunkmates. I walked up to my room and knocked on the door. This hostel used the policy of one key for everyone if your the last to leave the room you leave the key at the reception and when someone returns to the hostel they pick it up there. So there was someone in the room but the door was locked. I knocked...and knocked and knocked some more. I was getting frustrated, I decided to head back down to the reception and let them know that my bunkmates were at the bar and were not in the room. I went to the reception and asked if they would open the door for me. The lady replied with "Oh, well I just gave them the key right now", so I head back up to room. I begin knocking again, this time louder because now Im mad. I hear a commotion this time as though someone is getting out of bed. I initially thought it was a couple of people doing thier thing instead it was just a S. Korean girl. She tried to open the door from the inside but couldnt. I asked her why and she answered me with "my friend took the key to the shower and locked me in the room". I was pissed. How the hell are you going to lock your friend in a room especially at a hostel. I walk to the restrooms and begin to shout out, "SUSAN,,,SUSAN... I NEED THE ROOM KEY". No answer. I go back to the room and wait for about five minutes. Then I head back down with the knowledge that as I did so Susan would step out of the shower and head for the room just as I turned the corner. I get to the reception tell them about the problem and they tell me they will be there shortly. I walk back up the stairs...four flights of stairs all with my bag on my back for the third time after a long day of traveling this is not cool, trust me. I got to the door tried to open it and it was still locked. I began to hope that the reception girl would hurry up, I did not want her to walk to the room just as the girl with the key got there, then that would make me look bad. Thats exactly what happened. So I finally enter the room and these girls are apologising and they feel bad but I was pissed off and I started to be an a-hole. I was saying snide comments like before I went to the shower I asked, "Ok well Im going to the shower, should I take the and key lock you in or are you ok with having the door open", Susan says," oh no door open is ok". "Are you sure, cause I could lock the door and if anyone else shows up you can send them looking for me in the shower you know." The second night in the hostel I had the worst bunkmate ever. I had planned on staying with a Czech hcer in Prague but there was so much miscommunication between the both of us things just did not work out. So I ended up back at the hostel late at night got a room. I went up to the room go inside and begin to get some things organized in my bag. Thats when he walks in. One I had first entered the room I had noticed a stench pervading from one of the beds, I actually had thought a girl was staying in the room from what some of the clothes looked like. As the door opened I looked to it expecting to see a fat chick, one can only wish. In walked a 35 year old stinking Italian. The guy walks in and as he opens his mouth and begins to talk I was already hating him. He was speaking in the annoying Italian accent, he stunk badly and he did not plan on taking a shower. As were introducing our selves the dude just starts to get undressed and he is in speedos...nasty. Guy is standing in the middle of the room with his hands on hips in speedos asking for cigarettes I tell him I dont smoke and that Im going downstairs to have a drink and use the computer. he says something with that horrible accent in reply. As I return to the room a short time later and open the door quitely I hear a voice in the dark saying "Turn on the light, turn on the light", I do and the italian is wearing a gay armyhat, sunglasses and is sitting up in his bed sweating like he just ran a marathon. In one hand he is holding a lighter in the other the stubble of a cigarrette butt. Me: Whats the deal dude? Stinking Italian: Ahhh I need a Cigaretti, you have a Cigaretti Me: Sorry I dont smoke I turned off the light made my way to the bed and tried to sleep...key word being tried. The italian began to breath hard as though he was struggling to inhale, slapping the sides of his bed at various points in time. And continously fidgeting with the lighter in an attempt to light his cigaretti butti. I was getting so pissed off. Me: hey you alright there your breathing pretty hard? Him: Graci, Im fine I just need a cigaretti, you have? Me: No, go buy one downstairs Him: No, No Later on Me: Hey can you stop making all that noise, whats your deal. Him: I dont espeaki good english what you mean Me: You keep breathing hard and your slapping the bed whats up with you, Im trying to sleep. Him: I dont understandi, your englishi is not simple enough Me: Your too loud. Go buy a cigarette. I cant sleep Him: Sorry I dont understand you This went on for about an hour, It was so damn frustrating. Finally he left and got a cigarette...fag. The next morning I head to the communal showers. The italian is in there and so is a girl. Guy strips down to the bare essentials in front of both of us and calmly enters and exits the shower when he is done with his two minute bath. It was gross, I was just thinking man there is a chick in here cmon man, no body wants to see the sausage bro. When I get back to the room the same thing, the guy is changing and walking around naked with out a care in the world. then he asked me to borrow some money or a phone card. I had the money and the phone card and if it was anyone else I would have done it but I just acted stupid and pretended like I didnt understand what he was talking about. Oh yeah I met some Czech girl on a tram, that I was talking to and the talk and the vibe was good. It was so good I was confident that If I asked her for a place to stay she would have hooked it up but in the end I didnt because I was going to meet the HCer and that ended up not happening. That totally sucks in retrospect. Oh well though