Starving
So here I am in the hostel. I seem to be in some kind of skid row Amsterdam, which considering skid row Vancouver really isn't that bad, just a bit of graffiti and some cigarette butts. So far I'm the only one in my dorm room, which suits me just fine right now since I wasn't able to stay awake when I first got here, being as I hadn't slept yet, so I passed right out. The shower... closet didn't have the shower head attached to the wall, and the rod to hang my towel on was broken, as well as the lock on the door. Meh. I am now clean. All hail clean. I was feeling kind of scum-core there for a bit.
Finding the hostel was a bit of a job. I took the wrong train from the airport, and then when I got to Central Station finally, went where I thought I was supposed to go to get to the hostel. In true Vikki style though, I went the wrong way. I stopped in a cafe and used the internet signal there, then once again went the wrong way even after being told where to go by the cafe owner. All together I wandered around for almost two hours after getting off the train with what felt more and more like a million pounds on my back. I think I've lost fifty pounds of ego weight already.
Ok, there's some guy eating patatts (I have no idea how to spell that, but it's double fried fries of some sort), and since my brother, mother, and father all agreed that these are the best things ever, I'm gonna go try and find some, because my bellybutton is throttling my backbone in hunger. I haven't eaten all day.