Backpacking Europe: Brugge, Belgium

I was awoken many times by this loud obnoxious snorer. I just couldn’t stand it. While awake I felt something on my back pocket. It felt like a mouse so I swatted it with my hand. I felt nothing and looked up. To my surprise, I saw a man, my roommate, running back to his bed. I assumed he was trying to pick my pocket; either that or he was touching my ass for other unthinkable reasons. I literally slept with one eye open all night which was easy because of the other guy that was producing an incredibly loud horrifying snore. It had to be the worst sound I had ever heard. At 6:30 A.M. I said to myself that is enough and I grabbed my backpack and left the room.

I waited for breakfast in the well lit lobby of the hostel. Once the receptionist appeared around seven o’clock I told her the story of the pick pocketing roommate. She assured me that the man would not be allowed to stay there again and would ask the other men in the room if anything was stolen. I ate breakfast in a large room full of tables and chairs by myself and to my surprise, the man who had tried to rob me sat down next to me with his own breakfast. As soon as he sat down I got up, went to the receptionist, whispered that’s him and after a nod of acknowledgement from the receptionist I walked as fast as I could to the nearest train station and got on the first train to Amsterdam.