I was really hoping that today would be uneventful, that it would be one of those days I have nothing to write about, but no. Apparently I am not allowed one day to relax. Am I being punished? I promise I’ll stop taking stalker photos of random strangers just because I can.
*Sigh* That promise lasted about sixty seconds. There was a large older man carrying a horsey beach towel in front of him - I had no choice, I had to capture the moment.
Well, no matter how much I deserve to have a stalker of my very own, I don’t like it.
I woke up early, cooked eggs for breakfast, and organized my trip photos, all 6,000 plus of them. I spent the middle of the day at the “beach,” a ton of trucked in sharp gravel.
I chose exactly the wrong time to return to the hostel for an afternoon rest and cool down. The Woman in Red, Pero, George, and two guests were all there and all talking. I had planned on typing a bit, but just as I was beginning, George rang the buzzer to come up. I don’t understand why he still doesn’t have a key unless the reason is that The Woman in Red doesn’t trust him.Before he even made it up the stairs, I went back into the dorm room and attempted to hide behind my computer screen. If you’ve seen my computer, you know that the screen is tiny. I was hoping he’d take the hint, realize I was busy (I really was), and leave me alone.
No such luck. He entered the dorm room and sat down on the bed across from mine. He desperately wanted to show me his English-Serbian dictionary. I’m not sure why he thought I’d be interested, but apparently I was supposed to be wild about it.
I still can’t tell if George is simply being nice and likes to talk to me, or if he liiikes me. Whenever I am with other guests (female or male), he singles me out and pretty much ignores everyone else.
This photo was taken on the street in Kotor. The girls I was with were annoyed when he started talking to me and completely ignored them (not that they wanted a turn, but we were attempting to take a walk).I had the unfortunate luck to speak to him last night. The eyeballs seemed to be flaring up more than usual. He was talking about peaches and apples (apples especially excited him). He was almost yelling at me with his eyeballs falling out of his head (this is what happens when he speaks excitedly in English). On more than one occasion, I’ve wondered if the eyeball popping has anytng to do with the stress and strain required to think of and pronounce English words.
I was trapped! He and I were the only people in the hostel and I was nervous. I looked longingly at the door and tried desperately to send out an SOS message.
The Woman in Red must have heard my call for help (I thought she was staying in Budva) .
She returned with an Italian and called George away.
I stole my chance to slip out and ran out of the hostel. I walked around a bit trying to find a hiking trail up the mountains (there was a sign with a backpacker on it and an arrow pointing straight). I walked straight up to somebody’s driveway and turned around. I never did find the trail.
Enough time hadn’t yet passed, so I walked to the park across the street from old town. I spent a couple of hours writing and chilling out.
At about 5.30, I finally decided to return to the hostel. I thought that perhaps everyone would be gone.
I found the Woman in Red in the kitchen and all of her consorts (some of whom I had not yet met) were sitting at and around the table eating a sausage stew. I was invited to join them, but I insisted I was too dirty and sweaty and immediately required a shower. I hoped that if my shower was long enough, they would be gone and I would be alone and have some semblance of peace today.
I almost got my wish. Of the consorts, only Pero, George, and A-Man remained when I finished my shower. I walked quickly into the dorm room and was piddling around trying to buy time.
A couple of minutes later, Pero came into the room and asked if I would let anyone in that buzzed. I agreed and the last remaining consorts left.
I was alone. At last.
Of course that didn’t last long.
Pero returned with another worker that I hadn’t met (and wasn’t part of the earlier consort party). And by this time the other hostel guests had started pouring in.
I thought I was safe from George, but of course no one is ever safe from him.
Uner the guise of having forgotten something, he returned. Actually, he had forgotten his Serbian-English dictionary (on my bed!), but that is beside the point. He was not necessary to the operation of the hostel. He spent a few minutes in the common area and then decided he needed to enter the dorm room. I suddenly had the urge to pee, stated as much, and practically ran out of the room while he was fiddling with sheets and towels in the linen closet. I took a few minutes longer than necessary, and opened the bathroom door slowly, just in case I was going to be face-to-face with my **favorite** man.
One of the hostel guests was sitting in my view. I started motioning wildly to her. Of course, she knew my predicament and knew what I was asking without such grand gestures, but I was nervous and a little bit scared.
She had motioned that George was back in the common area, so I decided to risk it. Fortunately, he was leaning out the window looking at the ground (a piece of laundry had fallen out the window). I seized my opportunity and ran back to the dorm room and more or less hid under the sheets. Well, not quite, but I seriously considered it on more than one occasion. What a close call!
He left soon after, I was given the all clear sign, and finally emerged from the dorm room to join the other, unstalked, hostel guests.
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