It’s Saturday night and I’m alone in an empty hostel. And when I say alone, I mean Completely Alone. No one else is here. For some odd reason, everyone who stayed here last night left this morning and no one new has arrived. The hostel is in a big apartment with three dorms, a big common room, kitchen and bathrooms. And here I am, lonely Swedish girls, all alone in an empty hostel in Zagreb. I must admit, it feels kind of creepy.
I’ve had a great day in Zagreb though, so the feeling of loneliness yesterday didn’t linger. Or, at least I didn’t feel it while walking around the narrow cobble stone paved streets of Zagreb, this super cute little city with such wonderful architecture. But as soon as I came back to the empty hostel and saw the note that the receptionist had left me on my bed, telling me that I would be alone in my dorm tonight, the feeling came creeping back.
I called Kirke. And after that, I called Hanna. And I think it’s a good thing, traveling by myself. I learn so much, about me and about how I react. Like now, for instance. Staying in hostels can be really lonely, especially if they’re empty. I so much prefer couchsurfing. At least I know that now.
Tomorrow I’m supposed to catch the train to Sarajevo. It leaves at 9 and is supposed to arrive at 18. Alexander, the guy on the train from Budapest, told me that the trains on the Balkans are never on time, and that I should expect to arrive in Sarajevo in the middle of the night. I’ve booked a hostel, so I will know where to go – but still. I feel a little bit worried. If I’m being completely honest. I’m feeling a little bit worried.
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And now there’s a thunderstorm too. I’m starting to freak out a little.
Katja Malmborg 