"Dude, Your in my bed!" (day 7)

So here’s an amusing story for you (pay attention, you may also learn a lesson about hostelling that we had to discover the hard way):
We’re staying in Salzburg, Austria at the moment, at a fairly large and loud HI Hostel, in a mixed dorm room of 8 beds. When I say fairly loud, I mean the kind of loud that makes you wonder what all the people screaming out on the lawn are blowing up at 2am(hopefully just firecrackers), and why the same large group of rowdies find it necessary to sing at the top of their lungs 24/7 for no apparent reason. Anyway, last night we all went to bed rather earlyish, knowing we had a full day of sightseeing and galavanting around town ahead of us. Obviously no one fell asleep too quickly, due mostly to the fact that it was stifling hot and opening the window would subject us to the racket outside.
All I have to say about what I remember happening next is thank goodness Jordan had the bed closest to the door.
At approximately 3am I awoke to what sounded like Jordan sleep talking (he’s been known to do that from time to time), and I didn’t really wake up or pay attention until I realized that a guy I had never seen before was pacing up and down our room dressed in basically nothing and muttering to himself in German. He then proceeded to head back towards Jord’s bed where he promptly laid down! I sat up trying to figure out what was going on and I heard Jordan getting louder and louder… “Dude…you are in my bed!! MY BED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” To which drunken German buddy did not respond. “WRONG ROOM…You’re in the wrong room! HELLO?!! YOUR IN MY BED!”…Finally our friend from Ireland (who thankfully speaks German) woke up and started yelling at him, and that conversation was translated for us in the morning.
Irish buddy: “Your in the wrong room dude! What’s your room #?”
Drunken German: No response
IB: “Where’s your key, do you have a room key!?”
DG: “its in my room”
IB: “what’s your room #?? This is room 205, Get out of here!”
DG: “No, this is my bed”
IB: “Get Out!!”
DG: (slurred) “You shut up.”
….IB then leaped out of his top bunk to where Jordan and DG were siting on the bed and helped jord force him into the hallway. They quickly locked the door. Good thing, because he tried to get back in twice.
We found out the next morning that there had been a run in in the room across the hall as well… Maybe he had gotten up to use the WC and gotten confused? Why else would a drunken guy be wandering the halls in his underwear?... I don’t really want to know.
The whole episode was quite entertaining from where I was sitting, but apparently Jordan’s pumping adrenaline wouldn’t let him sleep for quite some time afterwards.
Today we just can’t stop laughing about it.
So kids, lesson of the day: Make sure the last person in your room locks the door, or you too could wake up to a drunken man in his underwear cuddling up to you at 3am.
That’s all I have to say for now… Us girls took a “Sound of Music” Tour this afternoon and it was lovely but not quite blog-worthy. I’ll update again soon.
Love ya!
-Kait.

So I haven’t that much to say, but the drunken visitor story’s just too ripe to miss out on. Allow me to give you my perspective (no worries I’ll keep it short, non repetitive and sweet). Firstly Kait didn’t really give you a good idea of the floor plan; my bunks straight across from Jord’s, both are on the bottom. Had drunken guy turned left it would have been my bed he tried to sleep in instead of Jords. Not cool. Never in my life have I been so happy that it happened to someone else then I was last night (I also kind of wanted to laugh but I saved that for morning. It was all so surreal while this guy was in the room). I’m also glad that there was someone in the room who knew what the guy was saying. Anyway I hear the door open and, thinking someone had returned from a trip to the washroom, I roll over to sleep. That’s when I hear Jord’s voice saying “Dude, your in my bed!” Ok now I’m awake. Looking over I see two bodies in the bed across from mine...and from there on I think Kaits given a detailed account of what followed. Lets just say I might start sleeping on the top bunk from now on.

As for the “Sound of Music” tour I also haven’t much to say except that I now know that I’m just not the type of person who enjoys tours…maybe when I’m too old to walk and haven’t got a choice I’ll try again but for now I’m going to stick to doing things myself. I think it’s the crazy tour lady who tried to make us sing and told the stories in an odd fashion (I might add that her pants were slightly to short and it was killing me the whole time) that turned me off of them till I’m real old, say pappys’ age. Well that’s it for me, I’ll keep on missing you (not enough to stop me from enjoying my time here mind you) and loving you.
Chel