We get up and go downstairs for a quick breakfast at the hostel. We have the same singing waiter as yesterday, and he’s really excited to see us. Tamara orders a different soup than what I ordered yesterday, but gets the same soup anyway.
I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder. If you’ve ever met me, or tried to wake me up from sleep, you’ll know the death stare that automatically washes over my face as I open my eyes to see a staff member standing over me. He’s balanced himself between two bunks and is hovering over one of the random aisle passengers. I’m almost certain that he used his foot to shake me awake.
Once my eyes open he just stares at me for a few seconds and finally says “where you go?”
We have our second-last crappy meal. A baguette with an unnaturally yellow butter, and jam. Living the dream.