Still with you here. I’ve been having an uncommonly bad week, which began with moving into a hostel that was 6 floors high, several hundred stairs without an elevator, and having to march up and down to literally the last room on the last floor. The Internet was 8 pounds for the week, around 15 dollars, and didn’t work worth a goddamn.

I moved then to a hostel 20 minutes away from the nearest train station, which is a son of a bitch when you’re carrying a bunch of luggage. I got in, exhausted, and decided to do a spot of reading, order myself a pizza from the bar, and relax. This was a wonderful idea, until the pizza decided it would go medieval and poison me. I have spent the last 3 days in a pretty constant state of nausea after 24 hours of pure, unmitigated hell. Asshole food—we need it to survive, but it has the potential to make you literally want to die. The Internet here is also spotty at best, and the bar, which seems to be the only area to get a decent connection, has the unfortunate habit of playing The Killers and Pearl Jam for long stretches at a time. Nothing online is worth that.

I will update more fully in a few days, as I’m moving back to the stair hostel, but know of a Starbucks around the corner of which I will have to take advantage. I WILL be healthy for at least 10 minutes of this trip.