Kate and I have the very lucky ability to talk to anyone and make friends wherever we go. This was extremely helpful during our time in Europe together and led to many fun detours on our route. On our only night in at the hostel while in Munich, we went on a rollercoaster of personalities and characters.
Our night started with kate and I relaxing on our bunks after dinner minding our own business. All of the sudden, a group of drunk girls with one especially drunk girl barge into the female dorm. They basically drop her off and turn to Kate and I and say “can you watch her?” and then leave.
Obviously not our problem, but suddenly now something we are dealing with- we watched her stumble into (presumably) her bed and fall asleep. We kind of just hoped she would stay there until her friends came back and we left.
We just went to the common space of the hostel where there was a small bar and lots of board games/ping pong/pool, etc. Kate and I order drinks and notice a particular man staring us down. Like uncomfortably staring us down. He makes a few advances that are shot down relatively fast.
As we awkwardly try to enjoy our drinks, a Kiwi (RJ) approaches us and asks if that guy is making us uncomfortable. He quickly becomes an ally and joins our small party. The next time the onlooker (we’ll call him Mr. Hug… foreshadowing) approaches, RJ handles the situation politely and Mr. Hug disappears.
We join a group playing cards in the common area. Of this group, we have Louise, the most unique Scottish woman I have ever met in my entire life. Kate and I started a shared note of the things she was saying, including:
- “Conshume yer alchool”
- “The last time I drank vodka I went to jail”
- “I did five grams of cocaine” (we then asked, isn’t that like 30 lines) “no it’s more like 150”
- “I told him please don’t send me dick pics while I’m on the bus”
- “Whores “(often)
- “All I’ve had to eat today was soup for breakfast”
This was just a small glimpse of the big personality we were in the presence of. She was extremely determined to have us all participate in the various drinking games she knew. She was looking for any opportunity to force others (mainly herself) to drink as much as possible.

At one point, she randomly stands up and says she has to go meet her sugar daddy at the bar and leaves. Lol ok. And just our luck, Mr. Hug has returned from wherever he went and is back again to socialize.
Mr. Hug does not know much English, but with the words he does know, he expresses how much he loves Kate. He asks her OFTEN for hugs, hence the name. We entertain his presence but are firm on the no hug rule.
We played a few rounds of beer pong and everytime Kate threw her ball and it rolled away, he would chase after it to be able to grab it and touch her hand while handing it back to her. And maybe, she might even hug him as a thank you. He held his arms out with a curious look on his face each time in lost hope.

Eventually it was honestly becoming too much. Even as we all tried to just have a conversation, every maybe 5 sentences he somehow looped it back to how he wanted to hug Kate. RJ was sooooo angry and giving up on trying to educate him on being a normal person.
Once RJ gave up and left, Kate and I decided it would be best to stop engaging with this guy. We went back to our (thankfully!!! locked) all-female dorm room. Within maybe 5 minutes, he is knocking on the door saying he wants to apologize and how sorry he was for acting that way.
We kept telling him to leave and he would not go away. We weren’t really scared or anything, but the only problem was that to get to the restroom we had to exit this dorm room and go down a corridor. We knew we would pass him if we went, but we both REALLY needed to pee.
We decided to make a break for it and of course he follows us and is waiting outside of the bathroom. We are loudly discussing a game plan from the bathroom when our savior emerges and asks whats going on.
Chloe is a lovely French girl who was staying in the same room as us and is a member of the French military. She was not going to play around with Mr. Hugs antics. She saw him and sternly told him to get lost and escorted us back. She was so badass!!!
We invited her to join us for the next day as a thank you for her help. Then we headed to sleep dreaming all about the very unique personalities we had encountered that night.

I recently asked Kate if she had anything to say about this experience and her only response was “Dear God”. How lucky we are to get to experience nights like these!





