People. Clean.

People.  Who needs them.

I have completely lost interest in meeting new ones.  It's a sad side-effect of continuously waving goodbye to them.  Here I am at a hostel filled to the brim with characters from all over the world and the last thing I feel like doing is befriending any of them. 

Yesterday sitting on the deck I heard a distinctly South African accent coming out of the mouth of a young guy sitting across from me and chatting to his friends.  "I'm telling you bra, this town is laaik shit hot," he was saying to his mates who nodded and agreed vehemently.  I didn't even lean over and nod.  What has happened to me.

Besides for not having an interest in any of these people this hostel is making me feel old and jaded.  I'm walking around thinking: dirty!  Yucko!  Burn it!  I might not have enjoyed living in the hostel in SF that much but hell that place was clean.  India House Hostel on the other hand is a drinking hole filled to the brim with bed bugs, thin mattresses stretched out on wooden slats, all night music and way too many hormones for my liking.  I suspect some of those hormones were on the sheets I slept on last night. 

I went on a tour of the city this morning and after being picked up first by the tour guide, went off to all of the largest hotels in the city to pick up rich ass Americans looking well rested and relaxed.  And I hated those stinky people.