The Old Town is a beautiful walled area on top of hill and we enjoyed spending the nights either at bars there or sitting outside back at the hostel drinking wine. The Kiwi was a young lawyer who wanted to specialize in international criminal law, quite an uncommon specialty. Luckily, he had just gotten a job at the one place in the world where he could practice what he was interested in, Den Haag. I had a fascinating conversation with him about the current state and future of international criminal law. He was much more optimistic about its prospects than I.
I also met two Aussie girls who were some of the coldest travelers I've ever encountered. I couldn't tell if they were together as a couple or just friends because they showed no affection whatsoever to each other or anyone else. The only thing they really spoke much about was how they hated hanging out with fellow backpackers. I'm not sure why they decided to go to a small town where the only people to hang out with at night were backpackers.
One night, there was a snoring sound in one of the rooms, but it was a cartoon snore, with a whistling exhale. The next morning, everyone sleeping in that room claimed to have been awakened by it at some point during the night, so who it was that was doing the snoring was a mystery. When we mentioned it to one of the workers there that it might have been a ghost, she insinuated that that there had been other stories of ghost encounters in the house, but wouldn't elaborate because she didn't want us to put up reviews of the hostel online that mentioned ghosts. One of the girls was genuinely scared that the house was haunted and I was tempted to play some sort of prank on her, but I decided against in the end. The ghost never made another appearance.