I awoke this morning to the sound of three oriental women checking into the hostel. I got up and scrubbed myself with a luffa sponge I bought yesterday, brushed my teeth and went for a walk to see all the mad people roaming the streets, yelling at something or someone not visible; at least not to me. Then I returned to have breakfast and talk about the problems in Greece [Hellas] and the world with two of the same men that I have been talking with the past couple of days.