It was a 3 cortado morning

We needed to walk 10k and drink 3 espressos to put some distance between us and the alburgue from last night. It was straight out of a bad movie. A middle aged American couple got totally wasted at the bar, came back at 6. The man came out to the pool with a bottle of something, his wife tripped and fell in. I moved myself way from them in the room before she peed on the floor and passed out. As we went to sleep, I noticed the man next to me was sleeping w a samurai sword and the Slovakian w his guitar. Odd, but fine. Until 11:30 when doors started slamming. The owner ran through, the television went on/ off on/ off, more slamming, back through the room and then a locking of the door. Your mind goes to the worst places. The drunk Americans then woke up and started bickering. I took solace that the man on the other side was a Kiwi in the navy. 5:30 am couldn't come soon enough.