When you live in a hostel, and your bed is not just your bed but your sofa and dinner table, you have to enjoy the small amusements...such as people getting locked in the kitchen. Occasionally, the wind slams the kitchen door shut, and it can be a bitch to get back open. Those of us who have been here a while know to turn the handle all the way to the left and slam a hip against the door. The newbies and passers through yank on the handle and push and yank on the handle some more and push some more and...[you get the picture] until they finally bust through and almost fall down from the effort. It can be amusing.
Not so amusing is the parasites, and I'm not referring to bugs...just a couple of English and German blokes here at the moment. One of the regular passers through is a fella who drives up on the weekends to sell at the local markets. When he comes back on Saturday, he sometimes has some food to share and as yesterday it was pissing down all day, I guess the vendors were giving away what would spoil to each other, so he came back with potatoes, 3 types of bread, 3 types of homemade ravioli (mushroom, spinach and pumpkin...amazing), cheese, salmon, spinach, lettuce, pasta sauce, and olive oil. Anyway, he was going to cook it up and share it with all who were interested. Sure, we hung around to get some, but the greediness and vulture-like quality of some of our hostel dwellers were sickening. They took huge amounts of what was meant for all, one even stole a bag of lettuce. This morning when I was making a potato, spinach, egg and cheese skillet from some of the leftovers which the fella gave to us at the end, one of them even came around looking at my food, intently. People are truly amazing!