Leaving Trieste
The three of us left the hostel after shameful breadroll breakfast which only I ate. There were two jams: cherry or strawberry, but both looked and tasted of slightly fruity overly sugary dull redness. Coffee good which all three drank copiously. I was taken over by the coffee. Chattering too much and needed to cool off 'so see you outside'. Swiss guy. Starring over the room to me at 7am. Came in last late and went to bed in middle aged thermal vest and longish shorts. Zurich scary guy. Axe murderer or sexual pervert Herr Lipp in leather shorts and vest. Spat food in my general direction at breakfast: we both saw that didn't we. The tongue reached out and reclaimed it like the toad he was. Had the ear of two Australians who were visibly scared...terrified in fact. How can certain nations produce such stereotypes? I didn't try conversation there. He was too interested in my attire. Fritz in the making. Circumstance has made me a hermit for a month. Even now when I me...