Scumbags.

One of the things I will miss from the backpacking world when I resume normal life in England is the atmosphere you get in a good hostel. I love the communal social areas and meeting so many new people passing through. But what really gets my goat, what really gives me 'the needle' is the type of travelling scumbag who thinks nothing of stealing your stuff. Im not talking about milk or bread, after all weve all 'borrowed' stuff from time to time. Im talking about 1st my iPod. Then my backpack was stolen out of my van, digital camera, travel journal, clothes etc. Then this week I left my camera out of my sight for a very short space of time and some fucker has stolen it. May they suffer a disgusting and painful death. I loved that camera. It wasnt the sort everyone has these days, small and digital. It was a real one. An SLR, real film (slide film of course) for real pictures. Not disposable snapshots in the pub, REAL photos. Now some tosser has it and will probably sell it for 40 bucks and drink the proceeds. How disappointing that I had begun to have restored my faith in human nature.