Toughing it out in the top bunk

So what I am thinking about tonight is how did I ever get into this situation? What flight of crazy fantasy was it that made me think it was a good idea to fly half way round the world to end up sleeping on the top bunk?

There are seven other top bunks in this room and I am locked up here like a baby in a cot. At least there is no chance of rolling out and over. But ageing bladders can make for some very scarey adventures in the night. Luckily it’s so hot here I am fairly dehydrated the whole time and night time excursions with rickety ladders are few.

This is a very cool place as far as pilgrim hostels go. Spanish kitsch which they do so charmingly, decorated everything including toilet seats. Every surface seems to be decorated,flowers, mirrors, fake wood paneling and lace all over the place.

There are many European men in underpants and the snoring has already begun. Laura and I can wave to each other from our top bunks but she has the handsomest French man alive in underpants on her bottom bunk! I wonder if he snores!

Lesley

Boo de Piélagos