So, this week we have free from school! Wooo hoooo! Of course I can´t just sit in my aparment and be lonley - that could potentially make me cazy. So here´s what´s going on. Saturday I jumped on a bus across Colombia with some of the teachers and we landed at a hostel in Medellin. Today we´re jumping on another bus and heading to a smaller town called Guatape. The goal is to hike, kayak, explore waterfalls...get as much nature as possible before heading back to the city. Along the way, we are staying in hostels.
For those of you who have never stayed in a hostel, I´d highly recommend it. They are typically pretty cheap and you can meet the coolest people. Word of advice (which some hostelers might despute): if you can, get your own room. Staying in a room with 10 beds is...exciting?...but you have to worry a lot more about your stuff getting stolen and people being loud. That´s the kind of room I´m in now. $10,000 pesos a night (about $6) for a room with 8 beds. 4 of us are teacher friends - 4 of them are wandering vagabonds.
So up until last night nothing really out of the blue has happened at the hostel. Then last night happened. I woke up around 4:00 to use the bathroom. Groggy-eyed (I did remember to put on my glasses) I quietly slipped out of bed and made it to the bathroom. I turned the light on and the first thing I saw was a drop of blood on the closed toilet lid. What the heck. Weird. But, I really had to go to the bathroom so I just carefully lifted the lid to examine the rest of the toilet. There was no blood so I went. As I was releaving myself I look to my left and on the counter was blood and on the floor was blood. By this time I was wide awake and my heart started to race. Of course, the first thing in my mind was not that someone had a bloody nose. No, that´s way to logical. Instead, one of the vagabonds turned into a serial killer with a knife going through hostels and killing people. I just don´t have the skill of being reasonable when it´s dark and I´m the only one awake (besides the lady at the front desk downstairs...or is she even alive?) So I hurried up, opened the garbage can to throw my toilet paper in, and gasped. In the garbage was a ton of blood-soaked paper. I have got to get out of here. Up I jumped, quietly and quickly openned the door and I flew back to my bed. At least my bed was in the back corner so I would not be the first one taken!
Okay - so it´s morning now and no one was killed last night, but the blood still remains. The front lady knows about it, doesn´t know what happened, but said the cleaning lady will be here to take care of it. Strange.
This morning when I woke up, I was startled again. I rolled my legs off my bed to sit up, opened my eyes, and across the room where I looked up there was a man with dread locks sitting indian-style on his bed. His eyes were closed and he was just chilling...maybe sleeping? I´m not really certain, but it was creepy. I wanted to stare, but perhaps during his meditation (?) he would sense my eyes and would snap his eyes open and our eyes would meet. That´s about the last night I´d want to happen after a night like the one I had before! Strange.
Overall, this place has been good to us. The building is nice and the staff is great. I´ve just had a run of strange events since last night. I can´t say I´m disappointed to be leaving today and continueing the journey to another town!
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