17 June - Beginning of a new life (Day 150)

I went back to work in the morning. Just to finish up some of my work. Few of the colleagues who saw me at the corridor were surprised and delighted to see me again. But really, this is the LAST TIME. I still remembered last night at the pub, we were still hanging around outside after the pub had closed. It was 1am in the morning and we were holding a bottle of beer each in hand, standing there chatting.

I left shortly after lunch to catch the train at 2pm. I knew I am embarking on a new journey now; 3 weeks of Europe tour. And once back in SG, I would be in my final year and there are so many things that I would like to achieve. It will be a very exciting beginning for me. But I can't help but feel reluctant to close this chapter of my struggle, joy, experience in France.

150 days had passed. I had endured, suffered, enjoyed, learned and grew in France.

From feeling depressed, to being pressurised to finish up the experiments, I went through all sorts of emotions which no matter how much I had written down in this short journal, they wouldn't be understood completely. Only when reading them again many years from now would I be able to revive these past memories of growing up.

I am sure some of the things that I promised here would be forgotten or taken for granted once I am back in SG. But I am sure I had changed somewhat now. As what Anatole said, good or bad experiences, they are still valuable and are treasures we could take away with.

A mes amis de France, merci beaucoup. Au revoir.

16 June - Last Day (Day 149)

Last day! I never thought things would move so fast. I continued to work on the amendments in the morning. Having done the bulk of it, I suddenly thought of going to the bank to withdraw most of my money. This is because I am restricted to withdrawing just 200 euros per week from the ATM and from the experience in Germany, some pubs do not accept VISA. Hence I went to take the bus to town centre. I had one unused bus ticket and didn’t want to use it. I wanted to use it on my last day, which is tomorrow when I take the bus to the train station. 2 stops before my destination, 5 or 6 men in black suits hopped onto the bus and said, “ticket sil vous plait” (ticket please). SHIT!!! Never had I seen these people in action before and I started to panic.

I didn’t even have to chance to alight before one of them asked for my ticket. I gave him my unpunched ticket praying that he would overlook. But he didn’t. He asked why I didn’t punch and that’s when I started to act blur and pretend not to understand. He was persistent and asked me to get off the bus. There were 2 more guys who got caught. That man in black said I had to pay 25 euros fine and I just kept acting blur. He then asked where do I stay and still acted as if I don’t understand. I showed him my empty wallet and he asked me to go and withdraw money. Before that, he demanded I surrender my student card. No choice, I gave him and went to withdraw money.

On the way, I wanted to just ran off and never return but my student card will be with him. In the end, I still guai guai pay up the fine. 25 euros!!! Super suai. I remember chatting with XP about cheating the bus and metro in France/Germany. She said it is always on the last days when people would be caught. She got friend who also gana like that. Herself had similar encounter. She was with friends in Paris and they cheated the metro. But on the last day, they decided not to and that’s when the conductor appeared. Haha. She really very accurate. That’s what I got. I had cheated about 20 times and that meant I had saved 22 euros. Paying that fine meant I paid 3 euros more. Still, I felt dulan about it but can only blame myself.

Back in the office, I told hui about my unlucky experience. Once again, I felt worse after telling him that. He always has the “talent” of making me feel more miserable than I already was. He kept telling me that 25 euros was not worth it. Come on, which FINE is worth paying? For the 50 euros taxi fare which I paid, he even converted to 120 SGD just to spike me perhaps. I don’t know. Being a sensitive person, I thought he should be good enough to care about my feelings. But apparently, he doesn’t. It seems as though it makes him feel better when I feel worse. I don’t know. I hope I am wrong to judge him that way. But to prevent myself from being hurt by him further, I wouldn’t want to share my worries and woes with him in future. Just happy things and my joys.

It was my last lunch here and I ate with the 2 Nico and Mr. Giant. Halfway through, Anatole came and said we never “jio” him. In fact, they did but he was on the phone. But still we didn’t wait for him. After lunch, Anatole came and talked to me about the cleaning up of my work. Once again he praised me that I had done a really great job. He said that some of the guys were asking him, “what is this guy doing after his attachment? Is he coming back?” I am so glad to see my work being appreciated and recognised once again. There is one last important work I had to do which is to ask Sebastien about the installation of MEZUL. I have to document it so that future students can benefit from it.

I went to see Mathilde a few times to borrow some stationery. She asked me if her English has improved and I said I noticed that. She was really delighted. But still she said “furniture” instead of “stationery”. Halfway through my work, I went to call home and told them that it is hard for me to call them now and then while travelling. But I will send an sms to my dad whenever I get to a new place. I told mum that I am a bit reluctant to come home. After talking for a while, I went back to office and sent out a final departure email to everyone; not just those from Project Siames but also all the other people whom I met while conducting the experiments. I also gave them my personal email so that they can contact me if they were to come to my region. Some of them even added me to their msn which means we can still continue to stay in touch.

Many of them replied saying that it was fun to have me here and would definitely call me up if they ever come to SG. Surprisingly Mathilde replied and said she will contact me if she comes to SG. At the end of the day, I went around taking pics of the people and of course Mathilde. She said she will add me to her msn and say we can continue to stay in touch like this. Great. I will miss her because of her bubbly personality. It was really a sad parting moment as most likely I wouldn’t be able to see them in the near future. But still I have to leave. At the end of the day, Seb was still very busy with his work and I asked him if I can see him tomorrow morning. He said sure. Means I have to come back and work in the morning.

After saying goodbyes and taking some pics, I went back to INSA and started to pack my luggage. At around 10pm, I went to the soccer field to look for the rest of the guys. After they finished their game, most of them came and wished me bon voyage and they felt it was a pity that I didn’t play soccer for one last time. Even those people from other project groups wanted me to play for the last time. But really I don’t want to risk an injury and also I needed to pack my luggage. Even for those guys whom I never really know much came and bid me goodbye. Jean-Marie apologised for not speaking to me often because he really dislikes speaking English. Haha. Never mind. I told the guys again that if they were to be in SG for conference, do not hesitate to call me up.

I left with Anatole to the Irish Pub. In the end, only a few turned up because my invitation was too last minute. There were Nico, Mr. Giant, Vincent Gramoli from another team, Anatole and Fabrice who came quite late. Vincent Quester from my team who agreed to come didn’t turn up in the end. Julien Perret too, didn’t turn up because he had 4 articles to review by tomorrow. It was really an amazing feeling at the pub. I talked about my experience here, how wonderful things are. Anatole wanted me to speak freely about him. The only complain was he was always not around and I would sometimes be quite lost in my work. I then asked him to speak freely to me about my personality and anything that I can improve on. He said everything I did was perfect and he had nothing to worry about when supervising me. The only thing he felt I can improve on is he realised that I needed clear instructions in order to perform my task. I told him I realised this too. I should start to think more on my own than to rely on him for orders. Well quite typical SG style. Spoon-feeding.

I can’t carry on typing now because I am a bit drunk now. Second, I can’t put the emotions I have now into words. I have an attached feeling for the place now but on the other hand, I wanted to return to SG soon. I am really quite torn apart. After so much bad experiences here, I didn’t know that I would still like the place so much and feel reluctant to leave. Must be the people of Project Siames. I shall stop here now because there is no way I can describe my feelings now in words.

15 June - Cambodia Teochew (Day 148)

Finally back in office from a wonderful trip in Germany. Well, I had no idea what to do for the remaining 2 days in office. I remember Anatole wanted to talk to me about the results of the experiment and so I had to wait for him. Hence while waiting, all the while I was doing my personal stuffs like typing blog, uploading pictures, etc. He came near lunch and asked about my Germany trip. He then said that he would treat me a restaurant tomorrow night for the wonderful job I had done here. But of course I declined. Still I would want to have a dinner with him tomorrow. Tonight was not possible because I had something on. One of my participants, a student from INSA invited me to his house for dinner. He is a Cambodia Teochew called Kwan Meng.

During lunch, I told the guys about my adventures in Germany, esp. the random sex in the hostel. As my last day gets nearer, I felt that I wanted to talk more to the guys here. After lunch I continued to zobo until Anatole came and told me that he had just talked to the other guy, Jean-Marie about my data. He told me to make some changes and said that tomorrow he would need to do a final clean up of everything. He said I could ask the people in Siames to join us for the dinner tomorrow night too. I went around asking the guys and realised that their soccer only ends at 10pm! That meant that we could only have a drink. Hence, I sent out an email telling the guys that we will be having a drink at O’Conneil the Irish Pub at 1030pm tomorrow. It was already 5pm then and the response wasn’t good as it was too last minute.

I left the office to meet Kwan Meng who drove to INSA to pick me up. He said he also invited another Cambodian Chinese, named Hui Zheng who came to INSA for one year of Masters study. Soon we reached his house which was a bungalow in fact. First we met his mother, a fat cheerful lady. Then his father, a short, tan and also very friendly man. Luckily his parents can speak Mandarin because they speak Teochew at home. In fact, the parents spoke better Mandarin than Kwan Meng, who was actually born in France. As for Hui Zheng, he spoke very good Chinese because half of his education was at a Hua Xiao, or Chinese School. And he watched a lot of HK, Taiwan and Channel 8 variety shows. He liked Wu Zhong Xian as much as I do and he listens to 933 too!!! Even here, he listens to 933. Wah. I didn’t know Cambodia has access to all these. I always thought they were poor and backwards. In fact, Kwan Meng’s family is quite well to do because his father is a businessman.

I then realised that they were staying at the border, called Jin Bian. Kwan Meng is going to Cambodia tomorrow for 2 months of attachment, and will be going to the university where Hui Zheng used to study. After that, he would perhaps visit China. In fact, he had already been to China when he was 17, alone!!! His mother told me he always likes to go travelling on his own. Very wu ji. Kwan Meng said he is keen to find out the root of Teochew. I told him me too and he said we could organise a trip together to the hometown of the Teochews. It was time for dinner and his mother made some traditional Teochew dishes which I had never eaten before. I guess these dishes contain Cambodian-taste and hence not really traditional Chinese Teochew dishes.

I learnt that Cambodia, Vietnam and Laos were all once French colonies and when the communist party Rouge Khmer (I think spell like that) came into power, a lot of them fled the country. So his parents fled to France and were refuges here (nan ming, that’s what they called themselves). That happened in the mid 70s. Something new to me. One of the dishes was really special. It is Bopiah or spring roll. But the way to eat it is unique. I had to wrap it with cabbage, xiang cai, and some dong fen, then dipped into a bowl of don’t know what funny water with chilli seeds. It was tasty but nothing special except the troublesome way of eating it. We also had sui jiao mian.
They asked me about SG but actually they knew more about SG’s in the olden days than me. Kwan Meng asked if I watch Wang Sa Ye Feng comedy and I said rarely. He said he has the VCD and find them super funny. Of course lah, their jokes are all in Teochew mah. I can understand just a bit. But after this meal, I think I would want to pick up my Teochew from now on. While eating with them, they were all conversing in Teochew and I had a feeling of eating Reunion Dinner because I only meet my paternal relatives during CNY and they always speak Teochew.

Soon it was time to leave because Kwan Meng hadn’t packed his luggage for tomorrow. They had a cherry tree outside his house and his mother just plucked some for us to try. It was very fresh but not very sweet because according to Kwan Meng, it would only be sweet next week. His mum said once ripe, they can pluck them and sell at good price. Kwan Meng then drove us back. It was really a big bonus to get to know these 2 Cambodians. All thanks to the experiments that I had to conduct. We exchanged personal emails and said will visit one another some day. I would want to go to Cambodia because they have that Ang Kort don’t know what old palace which is world famous. Another thing that I learnt is that these people from the poorer countries are actually not as backward as we think (or at least as I think). His mother who is working in France, travel around Europe every year because she has 5 weeks of leaves. But their taxes are very high. Income tax is about 25%. That explains why they have so much family aids, free education, medical subsidies. Anyway, now I am beginning to collect emails of international friends and hopefully I can build a worldwide network of friends.

14 June - Germany Trip Part 5 (Day 147)

I had nothing much to do in the airport and hence took out the book to read. It was still about Christianity but still quite interesting. While checking in, the lady at the counter questioned my purpose of going France. She said my VISA had some problem and wanted to see my air ticket back to SG. I told her it was in France. The same issue occurred when I entered Munich. I had to tell them that my SG passport allows me to travel in any part of EU for up to 90 days. They then will check in their system or online about this fact. Really, SG passport is not that powerful after all. And Swiss Airline really is not very professional. For 2 times they had change the boarding gates. But good thing was they give Swiss chocolate on board.
While transiting at Zurich airport, there was a thunderstorm and our flight was delayed for 45min! I had a train to catch in Paris and would really be in deep shit if I were to miss it. It was the last train. When I arrived at Paris airport, I regretted not bringing my backpack on board. I was too lazy to drag it up the plane. Hence I wasted another 10min waiting at the luggage collection and was horrified to see that my backpack was completely wet.
I rushed to take the airport express at 755pm but they told me the bus would only leave in 20min time. And it would take 1hr to reach the train station. My last train was at 905pm. Dead. They told me to take the cab and get a refund of the bus ticket later. I hoped on the taxi and told the driver that I needed to get to Montparnasse by 9pm. He driver was still happily driving slowly, taking his own sweet time until I tapped his shoulder and showed him my train ticket and a note I wrote in French.
“Paris Montparnasse, avant 2100hrs. Train!”

That was when he realised my urgency and started to speed and overtaking other cars. Once the taxi reached Paris city centre, it was slowed down by the traffic again. Dead. Sure die. In the end, I reached the train station at 903pm. The taxi fare was a freaking 53euros. Over $100! Costliest taxi I ever taken! But I couldn’t care. I ran to the platform, punched my ticket, jumped onto the train before the door closed. Yet another exciting train adventure.

On the train ride back, I begin thinking about the happenings over the past 4 days in Germany. Some of the things I found out:

1. People there are: Tall and big size. Girls not pretty. French girls more beautiful
2. Language: Difficult. Very long words. But English is very common.
3. Food: Beer and sausages. And very salty.
4. City: More traffic, more modern. Less medieval stuffs. Bustling night life.
5. Culture: people don’t kiss on cheeks, don’t shake hands.
6. History: WWII, Berlin Wall, Prussia
7. Experience: Youth hostel, transportation.
8. XP: Great to do some catching up with someone. She is still quite mysterious. Knew nothing much about her. Just a bit more. Very easy-going and soft kind of girl. No big emotions.
9. Spent a lot. Entire trip plus air tickets, train, etc. about 600 euros.

PS: After returning to Singapore, I met up with XP a few times and had become closer. Through her, I got to know other canoeing girls like lin and shihui, and had been in touch now and then.

13 June - Germany Trip Part 4 (Day 146)

We had to part when we reached Munich train station as XP still has a meeting later. For me, I checked in to the youth hostel she recommended. At the breakfast table, I met a friendly Japanese guy. He said there are nice places in Germany besides Berlin and Munich which are worth visiting. These cities, or rather towns are not famous, but had very beautiful scenery.

While queuing up to buy the train ticket at the station, an old lady behind me suddenly poked me with her umbrella. She asked if I speak German and I said no. Then she said, “Oh, I can speak English!” As if she suddenly remembered that she knows the language. She asked me how to get to Fussen town, and I told her all I knew, since I was going there as well. Indeed, almost everyone can speak English here.

It was rather troublesome to get to the Neuschwanstein Castle, as much trouble as pronouncing it (New-Swan-Stein). First, I had to get to Fussen town. Then take bus no. 76 or 78. Then take a horse carriage or bus up the mountain.

In the train, there were a tour group and as a cheapo, I eavesdropped on the tour guide’s introduction of the castle to group. This castle was built sometime in the early 19th century by a king who turned mad. He wanted to castle to be built in the mountain, completely isolating himself from others. It was one of the grandest castles ever built and Walt Disney used it as a model when they built the Sleeping Beauty Castle for Disneyland.

When I reached there, I could see the magnificent castle standing aloofly on the mountain. That was when I realised I used to have a 1000 pcs jigsaw puzzle of it. 10 years ago I guess. Wonder where that puzzle is right now. The place was packed with tourists and we had to enter in batches. Each batch will be lead by a guide. In the past, swans were associated with the royalties, and hence there were many swan portraits in the castle. It also explains the name of the castle.

After touring the inside of the castle, I went walking around the surroundings and came to this Mary Bridge, which was hanging precariously between 2 mountain passes. From there, I had a great full view of the castle. I also tried one of the stalls selling German doughnut. At first I thought the white color seed on top were sesame seeds. But they turned out to be salt! Damn salty.
My return train was at 405pm. Definitely would not return on time to meet XP at 6pm. As such, I tried calling her but there was a German voice at the other end. I didn’t understand what he was saying and asked someone nearby if he could translate for me. He said he doesn’t speak English. I asked if he speaks German. He said no. I tried French, he said no again. Kao! What you then, damn it! I was sure that I would miss XP at the train station.

I reached the train station at 630pm and since I couldn’t find her there, I decided to make my way to her apartment. With what little navigation skills I have, I found her place at 7pm. No one answered the door. Her flatmate was not around too. I decided to return to the train station to wait for her and that’s when I bumped into her returning from work. She had left my number in the house and so had come back to get it. What luck.
She was really tired after work and hence I didn’t stay long at her place. Had wanted to ask her out for dinner but I could see she was really exhausted. So I just aimlessly walked around the city centre, but it was no fun at all. Touring a place alone is always very lonely. There was a street performance playing violin, clarinet, cello, and it was a very sad tune. Adding more sadness in my depressing mood.

On the way back to hostel, met a lady who stopped me. Asked me where I from. Feeling lonely, I decided to talk to her. She asked if I am a Buddhist and I said yes. Then she gave me a booklet titled “In search of a Father” and said it is about Buddhism. Haha. Auntie, you sure? Anyway, she told me read it and after that write to one of their headquarters for comments. Nearest one is in KL. She said hopefully in the end, when all the wicked people are dead, she would see me again. I am pretty sure this is not about Buddhism but still I felt happy talking to her and decided to read it later in the hostel since it was still early.

Back in the hostel, I talked to this American from Arizona and we shared some of our traveling experiences so far. Pretty cool guy. He learnt that I would be in Amsterdam in June and he said he might be there too. Hence we exchanged email and hoped to remain in touch. We did briefly, after I came back to Singapore. These Americans are true backpackers. They would work part time during summer vacation and then used up all their savings to go on a trip. Once they ran out of money, they would return home. I also found out from him that it is quite convenient to take a ferry from the southern tip of Spain to Morocco. After chatting with him for 2hrs, I felt much better and less lonely.

12 June - Germany Trip Part 3 (Day 145)

We both felt refreshing after a good night rest. I told her about the sex incident last night while we were having our breakfast buffet. Would be really embarrassing if she were to be present last night. We visited the grand palace built by Fedrick the Great. With the audio guide, it was easy to navigate around the palace, going from room to room. And in each room, the guide would relate some historical events. And there would be classical music played in the background during the narration. I like the ballroom especially. I almost felt like dancing then.
After visiting the palace, we went for a short stroll in the garden and then we broke for lunch. At the restaurant, all the waiters and waitresses spoke English. It was really easier to live here than in France. That was the reason why XP stopped her German lessons after 2 classes. I guess there is just no need for it. It was not easy for me to strike a conversation with XP, as she is of a quiet nature. Hence, I spilled out all the secrets that I knew about RV canoeing guys, in order to interest her. Sigh… I am one 重色轻友 guy.

We went back to Checkpoint Charlie, which we had briefly passed by yesterday. There were 2 female “soldiers” at the checkpoint, taking pictures with tourists for just 1 euro. And you can take as many pictures as you wish. We also visited an artist’s work in memory of the Jews died in Berlin. On a small piece of land, he created many blocks, each representing a Jewish life lost. The entire place was like a maze.

The Pegamon Museum was an eye-opener, with so many different civilizations all in one place. The Greeks, Mesopotamia, Babylon, etc. But it was too much info with too little time. No wonder Nico’s girlfriend needed to read the guide book before visiting.

Near the evening, we went to the Parliament House and had to queue for 45min before entering. It would be much longer had we not cut the queue. The security check was very strict and it took us another 10min or so to be cleared. At the highest level, we had a bird’s eye view of Berlin. But it was nothing much actually. We returned to the youth hostel and packed up; ready to return to Munich. Our only common interests were canoe and entertainment news. Nothing much was told to me about her. I did tell her a great deal about me though. The night train back to Munich was worse. Our seats were near the toilet, which was in the middle of 2 cars. So every time someone needs to use the toilet, I would be woken by their closing and opening of the door. Very light sleeper indeed.

11 June - Germany Trip Part 2 (Day 144)

Upon arrival, we checked in to a very big youth hostel. It was recently opened in April and the facilities were all very new. It was during registration that I realised she held a Malaysian passport. This showed how little I knew about her. She picked a female dormitory while I went for a mixed dorm. She had bad experience last time in a mixed dorm because the guys were snoring away. I would be experiencing worse later on.

After some washing up, we had our breakfast at a small coffeehouse. Sitting by the window, we were deciding whether to join the walking tour as it was drizzling. In the end, we went for the tour which was very informative and entertaining. Most of the tourists were Americans, and our guide was a Scottish. His thick Scottish accent took me quite a while to get used to.
Although the tour was only half a day, it was very enriching as the guide was very experience. It was in fact a historical tour, with the timeline starting from rise of Prussia, to WWII, to the Cold War and ending with the tearing down of Berlin Wall. He told us a great deal on Federick the Great, one of the most famous German kings. But why was he The Great, I have cleanly forgotten by now. I guessed he was the one who made Prussia powerful. By the way, Prussia was the northern Germany in the past, and Bavaria together with Austria was the southern part.

The guide also brought us to this carpark behind a condominium and said that this used to be the bunker where Hilter committed suicide following the surrender of Germany. He also shared with us some info on the Nazi and the SS but they don’t ring a bell now. The only thing that I could still remember vaguely is the Berlin Wall. After WWII, Germany was divided into 2, West and East, with the Allies controlling West and Soviet controlling East. Berlin itself was torn into 2 as well. In fact, Berlin was situated in East Germany, and hence people in West Berlin were kind of stranded.

As communism was crippling East Germany, many professionals in East Berlin fled to the West. This resulted in a talent drain and as such, the East ordered a wall to be erected and placed guards there. The Berlin Wall was not a single wall. It was in fact 2 walls, one on the West territory, the other on the East. The middle ground is known as Death Strip, or No Man’s Land.

Despite the risk of being shot, many still took their chances to cross the No Man’s Land. The Easterners wanted to escape from the communists, the Westerners wanted to visit their love ones who were still trapped in the East. There were many casualties of course. At the end of Cold War, the communist government of East Germany was crumpling. People could sense that freedom finally had arrived and thus gathered at the Wall. During the press conference, the East government was pressurized by international media’s questions on the dire situation of the country. In the end, whoever the decision maker for the East at the time, broke down and answered “yes”, the Wall will be opened.

It was immediately broadcast all over the country. One student climbed on top of the Wall, took a sledgehammer and slammed it against the Wall, producing a crack. He was immediately shot down by the guard using a water gun. Another student took his place. He was shot down as well. But there were thousands in line to do the job. None of the guards dared to fire a single round, as they heard the broadcast themselves. It was chaos then. A good kind of chaos as everyone, women and children did all they could to break the wall. Soon, the Berlin Wall was demolished. The Cold War was over.

It was touching story on how people in the past who were deprived of freedom, fought and attained it in the end. As a finale, the guide gave a summary of what he had shared with us whole morning, in a quick 90sec. He earned himself round of applause from us and some tips from a few tourists.
After the tour, we went in search of the famous CurryWurst in the city centre of Berlin. We found this out from the guide book but to our disappointment, it was not a restaurant as we had expected. It was just a roadside stall near a cross junction. And it was nothing special. Sausage with curry powder. Then we went shopping in a large shopping mall, something like the Takashimaya in Orchard. It was the first time I entered a shopping mall in Europe. It would be silly to spend our time in shopping mall like this and hence we decided to visit the Jewish Museum. I had a glimpse on how hard lives were for the Jews, from the past till recent years. How they were made scapegoats for every little disasters happening in Europe, from The Plague, The Great Depression, The War and so on.

After that, we returned to hostel to bathe and rest. XP had caught a cold while walking in the rain and made herself a cup of Panadol Lemon Tea. I had no problem with rain. I was from Brittany after all. Having rested a bit, we decided to explore the night life of Berlin. I had info that the night life was crazy, with sex pubs everywhere. People literally perform sex on stage in those pubs. But both of us were not really into such adventures, and moreover she was feeling rather unwell, and hence we opted for an Irish pub. There we exchanged gossips about our teammates and speculated a few scandals.

At 1130pm, we decided to call it a day. I returned to the 8-men dorm and found that I was the only one back by that time. I guess most people would exploit Berlin nightlife to the fullest. When I was about to fall to sleep, I heard a couple entered. Weird noises were coming from the bed near the entrance. “ooo, argh… yes… oh… come on.. yeah.. argh~~~~”. “Was it good baby??? Argh….” After 30min, they left. I tried not to pay much attention to their sex moans.

Shortly afterwards, another couple entered and were talking at the entrance. Not another sex party? I thought. One of them switched on the lights and the girl came over to wake me up. She asked was I here alone all the while and did anyone else entered the room. I said yes and I heard them having sex. She said her bed was in a mess and there was a used condom lying around. The boyfriend asked if I could recognize them and I said no because it was in the dark and I was far away. They felt that someone just came in to have a convenient sex since the bed was near the door. They left and reported the incident and requested to change their beds.

After the sex saga ended, it was 3am in the morning.