After 4 weeks of travellin, sleeping on airport floors, train stations, planes, buses, trains, cars, dirty tents, red light district hostels.. i had my own bed... my own dirty bed.. but it least it was mine..for now. The best thing though was unpacking my bag! i could hang up my clothes.. the hangers were dirty and rusty and i probaly got tetanus from them.. but at least they could get hung up! Many good times were had in this house.. after about a week Mark (aussie) moved into the bed beside me.. a wicked guy.. and still working in Ios now.. (August 14th) a trooper.. Eventually I got kicked out of this house.. and had to move...