So I am in a hostel in the Hague, I am not loving the experience but it is what my budget can handle for 7 nights. My main concerns were lack of privacy, the dirtiness of others, being touched while I slept and my snoring bothering others.
My aim was to get my daughter into a student accomodation. That was achieved with a lot of stress and anxiety. You meet a lot of people passing through or see them, I haven’t really met or spoken to all of them. Not interested. There was one strange one that I have to admit I took a dislike to because of his behaviour and comments about women and who he would and wouldn’t have sex with and rating the girls he was speaking to. Annoyingly no one in my presence challenged him. I said nothing. He was in the same dorm as me, dirty. Leaving his clothes on every bed, food debris, packaging thrown on the floor. Generally nasty, I said nothing. He also took a dislike to me and was openly hostile. I am not white and blond as is his preferred type. Thank goodness.
Here is the crux of my story. It is night 4. He doesn’t sleep. He wakes me up as he puts the light on and off, he leaves the room he comes back. He smokes outside and comes back smelling of cigarette, waking me each night. Eating and crackling plastic wrapping, crunching, talking clearing the mucous in his throat etc, etc. It is a small room. No window. A bit claustrophobic.
As I catch some sleep I feel someone pushing my leg above the knee and wake up to see his face above mine telling me to ‘be quiet’…. I looked at him and said nothing. I was quickly incensed beyond my ability to deal with it rationally. I did nothing but stayed awake for two hours feeling more and more violated and angry that this fucker can touch me as I sleep and tell me not to sleep in a bed I have paid for.
In the morning I spoke with the manager/owner who had some empathy but I can see that him and this fucker are friends even though he denied any friendship.
My failure to act in a composed and reasonable and quiet fashion was not what I planned. I wanted to do a Samuel L Jackson or a Liam Neeson in Taken. When the fucker came into the bar I was in his face with my finger cussing and swearing and telling him to never touch me again. He had no apology and said that I was making so much noise. That made me more mad.
How dare a person touch a stranger in a dorm and tell them to wake up so that they can sleep??? It has put me off hostel life. I will find the money in future to pay for a hotel or I don’t go. I feel violated, disrespected and the lack of apology and his arrogance just compounds the issue. As I type this he is bouncing around behind me in the bar behaving as though he is staff. The owner said that he has had a few complaints about him and would like to see him leave, but business is business. If it was my hostel business I would kick his ass out. The manager transferred the man to another dorm. Better than nothing.
Would he have touched a man like that or a white woman? Everyone in that room snored, he snored. Get over it, buy earplugs but don’t fucking touch people. Fucking cheek. If I had had the training I would have fucked him up and broken his fucking fingers. His lack of disrespect is clear. Makes me think if he touched me anywhere else as he said that he touched me on my feet!
Rant over. Breath
Back to pottery and ceramics next blog post. I will be doing Chapel Allerton Festival in Leeds on the 2nd and SoLo Craft Fair in London on the 24th September in Brixton. Before all that it is carnival!!! #carnivalhappy Leeds West Indian Carnival 50th Anniversary.