From Writhe’s journal: It was easy to find the hostel in Hamburg. I ended up with a swanky room with four beds and no roommates. I walk around town a bit and got some food at one of the many[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I brought my laundry back to the hostel to find that I had three new roommates, two girls and a guy that came from Berlin and were very tired. I talk with them for a bit before[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I get into Amsterdam and walk to two places to find a bed. I call from the second to the third and hear that they have a mattress available on the floor. I take it. I waded[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: On the train to Amsterdam. Last night I got back to the hostel and walked to the CD store in the rain only to find that it was closed due to it being Sunday. So I put[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: And then Anke walked into the club. I was sitting at the bar, contemplating whether or not to order another drink or to just give up and head back to the hostel, when I look over my[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: Tonight is the night I was supposed to meet Anke at the club here in Berlin. I hung out at the hostel before I went out because I knew I didn’t want to be late. In my[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I waited for those people to come back at 8:00 so that we could all go out to eat, but they never showed up. I got caught up playing backgammon and cards with different people and then[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: A park in Prague, somewhere near the river. “So” means Saturday on their calendars here, so that means the laundry is closed. I go to a different traveler’s hostel because it says in the guidebook that they[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: My train arrives in Prague and I immediately try to find a city map or cash station. I find the information office, but it’s closed on this day every week. What luck I seem to be having.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I get to Salzburg and I get some money out of the ATM for a bus ticket to the youth hostel. I think I was supposed to buy another ticket when I transferred, but it didn’t look[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…