things fall apart. *UPDATED*

Flex


5 dollar meals anyone?


Cards with Toronto Steve at the hostel, I swear there's a girl on the left.. It's a four player game.


Flex


Canucks go Clubbing


The Passion of Patrick


Ze Germans are coming!


Volks Theater (where ze Germans performed)



We've been eating at this quaint little diner down the street which has good meals for silly cheap. glass of wine, soup and then main entree comes to 7 euro (11 bucks)
Our roommates are all german and loud as hell but pretty good natured, one of them saluted Das Fuhrer for my camera but forgot to wear pants.
Last night enjoyed a couple bottles of wine in the hostel lounge and played more memory (you know, match any 2 cards.. Trev always wins - it seems to be a recurring theme) with random people, there is a guitar and a ukelele and a piano, so everyone (meaning us) is tooling around... music really brings people together. or maybe it was the bottle of johnny walker red label.

Then around midnight after assembling a crew (4:3 ratio woohoo, but there's a reason I'm not showing you pictures), went to a crazy techno club last night called Flex with a bunch of Canucks, it felt like we were in the movie Blade. they couldnt make rocky mountain bear fuckers so instead we substituted gin (with the tequila and jd). steve from toronto (missisauga) threw up.

We cabbed home or close to the train station then, as was the plan, ran like hell without paying since we are poor now.. but we lost Steve. He was supposed to meet us at the stripper cafe across from the 2 Mozart pubs (composers are alcoholics too). Maybe the cabbie shot him in the back. The other 4 canadians disappeared but I saw Brian from victoria kicking around today so guess they made it.

When I woke up Trev told me my money belt was under the bed. uhoh. That's ok cuz it was empty. But no, my passport was in there. and my money. and my bank card. and the photocopy of my passport. I distinctly remember my fumbling with said belt in the club last night, it was probably upside down and I threw it on the floor. Or when I was raving out. I have also been told that the Canadian embassy is closed on Sundays. ... That's rather inconvenient.

So now we are checked out of our room, just hanging in the lobby, and Flex isn't picking up the phone. After we get some cash and get some photos up, we're going to try and redeem our train "refund" to get an extra ticket through Hungary. We aren't going to Romania since I lost at Heads Up Texas Hold'em (I can't catch a playable hand, seriously)

Considering that we're holding a dimebag for Dilly in Beograd, I hope they don't ask for my passport. Pics soon, promise.