The Night

I woke up a few times to the drunken revelry of those left at the park. I thought nothing of it, as drunken people are generally, well, drunk and not of much interest to me as long as they are not being belligerent. I noticed that Ben and Robin had also decided to camp near me, and thought nothing of it at the time. Soon enough, however, I realized that both Robin and Ben, along with Viera (whom was now conscious and apparently was not as drunk as I had thought) were constantly getting up and arguing with the remaining Ukrainians to leave. I got up, joined the fray, and realized that a few of the Ukrainians were rifling through some small packs. Apparently in their drunken stupor, a few Ukrainians, one American (Tyler), and the head of the new Lithuanian hitch-hiking club had all been robbed. They were all still passed out, and we spent a little while collecting the remaining items scattered about the area. After chasing off the rest of the locals, I volunteered to stay awake and keep watch over everyone, in case they decided to return. Belatedly I realized that I had not really slept the night before, and I did not have any coffee/redbull/chocolate to keep me away. I used the old fashioned method, water, exercise, and music, and made it till Sunrise, when the Lithuanian guy woke up and kept me company after realizing that his small change, camera, and mobile phone were gone. Apparently they ate his food, too...