there are two possibilities to this story. on is that i had a fit somewhere and managed to make it back to my hostel not toop usncathed-.- the second possibility is that i was drugged, had my camera and keycard stolen and also managed to get myself back to the hostel.. eitherway, here´s how it happened. met this really friendly-venezuelan guy (cmon, im a pretty good judge of character usually) and thought why not, ill spend the day hanging out with him. he showed me around and was just like a typical freidnly backpacker travelling around the country. short story, i ttrusted him. went to play some pool after a few hours and have a beer after walkinga round the city for a few hours and him showing me a few things and thats the last thing i remember till this afternoon when i wake up in my hostel at aorund 12. ¿???? actually, i vaguely remember getting a taxi to the hostel. nothing else ,... fuckn odd... like, if i was to be robbed surely they would have taken my whole bag, or at least my credit card..?? i dunno. im completely stumped and have no idea of the last 12 hours or so... i do feel like ive been drugged though. bit dopey... pfft
let me add to this so i dont look like an amateur traveller idiot.. this guy was a serious professional if this is whats happened (see, im failing to even belivee that this guy actually did this to me). im not angry at all.. very perplexed and just trying to laugh at it though. i realised this morning i also dont have my new boots anymore either... WTF???
