capital of CRAZINESS!!!- part 2

Why I call this mad city capital of craziness? Let me explain here
I have never come across so many insane people in one city in a short three days.

Tuesday the night started out with some simple drinking game with 2 Brits and three other Americans from California, Texas, and Kentucky! Anyhow, the Texan girl was dating the Californian guy and the Kentuckian met the Texan girl in Salamanca while studying abroad. They were all nice and I had a good chat with each one of them especially the Kentuckian since it's rare to run into someone also from that region. She's studying in U Louisville btw.

Anyhow, I saw some tension between the Americans and the Brits after couple of drinks but didn't pay much attention cuz I am always easy going. So I was the middle man. Then we decided to follow the white Brit (cuz the other is black) to a club on the island. The island is located right in the middle of the river Danube.

Everything seemed to be going alright. We joined some hippies at a square for some live hippie concert with handdrums and stuff. It was cool but too much marajuana involved. The girls there were way too young for my taste but the white Brit picked up two of them who didn't really speak any English and went off with them in the woods. So the black one got really pissed off. But we left without him and walked through the woods and finally got to the club. It was pretty empty and not that many were on the dancefloor dancing. But all a sudden the Texan started going to the restroom nonstop, and I thought she might have her period or something. Later on she said she was puking but I still didn't get why until they offered us esctasy. I was like hell no cuz if that's the effects it brings then why the hell should I take it? Oh, before this, the white Brit showed up at the club without the girls and I asked what happened. He told me he went in the woods and "played some football(soccer)" with them but it was too boring so he left. I didn't buy the soccer thing because, well, that is just bullshit. So as we stayed at the club all sitting in a couch, the black guy and the Texan disappeared and I was asked their whereabouts so I told the white guy about it. Then he told me that the black guy was trying with her, in the boyfriend's presence. It just stroke me that the night was not going to end early with these maniacs.

After a while we all got bored at the club so decided to leave. So we went in the woods and the Kentuckian started walking way ahead of us, something like a mile ahead. Then she laid on the ground waiting for us to get there. After we caught up she went off in the woods and started doing carwheels on the grass and in front of some kind of Roman ruins. It was quite amazing to see the ruins at night and it would totally freak me out if I was alone. Then for some reason the Brits were no longer friends with the Americans so decided to ditch them and walked to admire other Roman ruins also in the woods. And they took me with them because they liked me. Anyhow, I wasn't too proud of it since the Americans were high on their asses and didn't know the way home.

So we walked in the woods again after climbing up and down in the ruins without any source of light whatsoever. I don't know how we managed to do it, especially with those quite high and drunk brits. As we were climbing in the ruins the white guy suddenly stopped and tapped on my hands, "there's a cig." "ok? and?" "you see that cig?" I was like, I don't think I'd be able to in this condition. So he restated his meaning again "you see that light?" Then me and the black guy turned to the direction where he was pointing and shit, it was chills to the bones when I saw it. So we said "Hello?"
"Hello..."
"How are you?"
a moment of silence...
"no English"
"hey do you know how to get out of here and get back to the city.. blah blah blah..."
"no English"
"so what are you doing there?"
"no English"
and he was about to talk again and I stopped him because it was apparently "NO ENGLISH!"

So we stepped out of the ruins ourselves and found our way along the shore. It was really creepy because you saw people hiding in the absolute dark doing their own things. Along the way the Brits were freaked out several times when they saw a face here and there and sometimes I jumped because they shouted like the whole island was on fire or something.

After we got out of that mad island onto the bridge, we saw three kids on their bicycles just resting on the bridge. So we went over and asked them what they were up to, how old they were, and etc. They, with very minimal knowledge of english, answered that they were doing nothing but hanging out and were about in their mid-teens. So we told them to go home or find some party but not sitting on a bridge doing nothing. They seemed to be nice until they almost rammed their bikes into us and the white Brit almost made one of the kids fall off the bridge. But it was just a little prank they were playing on us so it wasn't much trouble.

The guys were alcoholics as the stereotype tells you. So they eagerly found a bar on the road but asked for another club so we could go. Instead, the middle aged female bartender gave us some kind of brothel brochures and, incredibly, the guys asked her how much did she cost. I was freaking shocked to hear that and was kind of relieved when she said that she only did regulars and not strangers. As it turned out, these guys were only 19 but had already been to a brothel when they were 17. That is freaking messed up. At that time, it was already about 3 in the morning and I was getting tired. But one last weird thing happened.

A 60 year old hooker showed up and asked us where we were from. After we told her she immediately said "I don't speak English." So we were like why the hell are you here asking us? And she asked if we spoke Italian or German or French or something else. Well the Brits managed to squeeze out some French and German but then she again told us that she didn't speak those languages. WTF? But she just didn't want to get lost but standing right next to our table and smiled weirdly at us. The way how I could tell that she was a hooker is that she wore this really bright color eyeliner, something like greenapple. And the way she was dressed and appeared at this time.

Finally I got tired of all the nonsense I went back to the hostel alone and saw the Americans already sound asleep. Then I was relieved. But later on the next day, they told me they had to call a taxi to come back!