He said he was supposed to be finished by now so I gave him a bell, he didn't pick up but then I got a call back from him about five minutes later, he said that he had finished and where was I. I told him, he gave me a place to meet up so I went there to wait. After we met he just said how hungry he was, I was a little bit hungry but couldn't be bothered to get any food. We walked around looking for a bar to go in, found a few but they all looked really expensive. The place we went in was just that, it was really expensive, they had some draught beer for $3 a pint so I got one of those but Paolo in his infinite wisdom went for a special lemonade and some satay chicken skewers. The special lemonade cost him $12 and tasted like sweets, it was supposed to be heavy in licor but I couldn't taste the slightest bit of alcohol. I could see how pissed off he was with his decision to by some shit, expensive drink and some chicken skewers, there only being about four tiny ones. He managed to spend his whole days tip in one bar on two things. Not a good start to a night at all, we went to find some cheaper food as he was hungrier now he had just had a taste of food. There was a Sicilian pizza place that had really bad pizza, it was nothing like I remember it being in Sicily, the only thing that was good about the place was the fact that the staff were talking Sicilian with one another, I hadn't heard that for ages, my grandparents and parents always talk it but I haven't really heard it since I have been away. Now he was full he was in a little bit of a better mood, its amazing how hunger can make people so grouchy, it does it to me to. We couldn't make up our minds of what to do and where to go. So we cut our losses and went back to the hostel, save our money and drown our sorrows with cheap 24oz beers. I went to bed soon after we got back, I bought two cans and only finished one then went to sleep.