The singing has started, the sounds of what appears to a Australian Pavarotti is coming from the street outside and its getting louder, there are mere seconds before he gets in the door,. The hostel residents scatter to their rooms and the communal garden is empty, even the Vegetable Reich are keeping a low profile. He…has returned. We have a new tour group staying with us now and it’s brought with it a rather special someone, he’s about 5, 9, mid thirties, Australian and appears to have his eardrums burst because he has the need to talk by shouting at maximum volume at all times. When there is no one around to talk to he has taken to singing opera to himself at all times, Pavarotti seems to be the favourite . While headache inducing, his
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