I left the hostel.

Last night was just the last straw. Think weird out-of-it employee even more out-of-it than before. And I don't just mean a little drunk - we thought he must have been taking some serious drugs or something. (Turns out it's his meds which don't mix too well with alcohol, to say the least.) A bunch of us were hanging out in a room and had to lock the door to keep him out, but we could still hear him swearing like crazy outside the door, and muttering incoherent things. He'd delivered us beers we never asked for - and I for sure didn't want them - then came back to demand we give them back. As if we would: it'd be the worst move we could possibly make, giving him even more alk in his incredibly intoxicated, dangerous state.

When he finally stopped his persistent knocking, and I went downstairs to my dorm, I discovered vomit in the kitchen sink. Gross. Talk about the nightmare hostel experience. I'm just glad it's over.

Big props to Elise - roomie from boarding skool and fellow Cantab - for offering me her floor for the night. Thank the Lord for friends like her.