The thanks I get.

So last night was full of fun and the always amusing night sweats, chills, and flu-induced nightmares-- where I kept getting run over by trucks. But the fever broke this morning and I think the worst is over. Only I am still going to rest today and take advantage of the free internet offered by the youth hostel. The youth hostel is a trip by the way. I am the only one here--so the lone worker here gives me the keys and goes home at 2--and tells me to call his cell if anything comes up.

So my first two days in Zagreb I had a roommate from Austrailia. He was so sick with the flu he was bedridden for two days and I had to bring him water and tell him to eat only soup. Good advice. He got better and I got sick. When I first learned I had a sick roommate, my first thought was to try and grab a different room--but then that 'Young man's pride' kicked in and I told myself that I won't get sick, I'm too healthy and strong for that. Yeah right.

So now I get to tell a few more less interesting observations of my trip, than I normally have time for. The first being the type of clientele that uses the internet cafes. They really should be called porn cafes. In Austria I seen more gay porn than I thought possible as the young patron next to me kept downloading movies and pics. He had headphones but the sound was set just a little too loud and I kept hearing whack whack whack sounds--thats when I glanced over at his screen and all became apparent.

Last night, while trying to write the Zadar post, there was another patron there who talked nonstop about a new PS2 game named Bully. He kept telling me that I just have to watch the trailers of it and kept directing me to do so. He said he just purchased the game, which left me befuddled as to why he was looking at the trailers of it on the internet. After about an hour of this he abruptly became quiet and started taking pictures of the screen using his cell phone. I thought this was odd, so I glanced over at his screen and saw he was a big fan of large breasted women and the things one can do with large breasted woman. At least his tastes were better than those of the fellow in Austria. But did he really need to take pictures of these? Maybe I'm learning something about the new generation of today's youth. In my day we hid the playboy's under the bed. Today they're stored on the phone so you can take them with you everywhere.

I have to get me a cell phone--a fancy new one with a digital camera and LOTS of memory.