My Buddy George

22 June 2009

It is raining. And cold. And raining. I’ve missed the morning bus to Dubrovnik and the afternoon bus is at 2.45.

A lot of things had to go right for me today, and no rain was the first step. As far as I know, it’s rained all night. I had planned on going to Herzeg Novi this morning (effectively ridding myself of George and the Woman in Red.)

And they all know I’m leaving this morning. They all asked. And none of them were satisfied with “the morning.” They all wanted a time.

Great. It has just started raining harder.

It seems that my choices are going to be: go to Herzeg Novi anyways in the pouring rain (I’m not talking about drizzle here), 2. stay here until the afternoon bus, trapped inside this hostel with all those that drive me insane.

I think the pouring rain is preferable.

I must go - it’s 8.01 and I told George I would leave at 10 or 11 which means he may be here at 9.30... I really don’t want him to walk me to the bus station.

10.30 AM

I am sitting in the restaurant/internet cafe sipping cold coffee and checking my email. I've instructed the girls at the hostel to tell George that I left awhile back (so he won't try to go find me at the bus station).

The Woman in Red just walked in! Seriously. She is here. She didn't see me (thank you J-Man!), but she's only about 5 feet away from me. I have no hope of escaping without being forced to talk to her. There goes my relaxing morning at the internet cafe.

I was forced into a few minutes of awkward conversation... but she's gone now.

I'll let you know the rest of the story when I know myself...