The joys of hostelling

Well its been a while since we've been properly backpacking around the country. Between last summer and now I've managed to lose my earplugs and as of yet haven't gotten around to aquiring a new set. So that is why I'm up at 2 in the morning telling all of you lovely people this story :). Tonight we're staying at the Bath YHA, which is an excellent hostel btw. Really nice dining room (which has restaurant food) as well as a huge lounge, and nice beds too. I'm staying in a four bed male dorm (all YHA's are seperate sex rooms) which is pretty good since I think we booked eight bed rooms (smaller rooms are better). Unfortunately both the guy below me and the guy opposite are very loud snorers. The guy opposite has a snore much like when you're trying to get the very last bit of tomato sauce out of the bottle and its mostly spraying drops over your plate. The man below for some reason just conjures up an image of a snoring walrus and I can't shake that connection.

Usually when there is a snorer in my room I just stick it out until I'm so tired that I fall asleep anyway. But the two of them seem to be competing with each other and gettting louder, or sometimes they seem to be in a snoring orchestra making sounds in rhythm together. I may just be losing the plot a bit here and I think I'd have gone mad trying to stay in that room any longer. So the plan is to chill out downstairs for a bit until I get more tired (tireder? is that a word?) and then try to crash for a few hours before getting up for the day. I think I might be a bit zombieish tomorrow as we look around Bath.

Goodnight!!
Jez