Rachelle Hampton

They're just trying to help. Yeah. So the DM notification sound comes again. And Drew just doesn't think. He grabs the jacket.

Does not know. A complete stranger. He just grabs the jacket with that drunken conviction. But there, lying on the bench, is his fanny pack. What? What?

Does not know. A complete stranger. He just grabs the jacket with that drunken conviction. But there, lying on the bench, is his fanny pack. What? What?

Drew does not have time to think about that. He throws the jacket in the face of a guy who looks just as shocked as Drew does.

Drew does not have time to think about that. He throws the jacket in the face of a guy who looks just as shocked as Drew does.

He grabs his fanny pack and then he runs as fast as he possibly can. What? Which is not very fast because his leg is fucked up. But the Canadians who have done nothing wrong and everything right have already come to look for him. So they meet him halfway down the beach and they're like, where did you go? What just happened? Who is that guy?

He grabs his fanny pack and then he runs as fast as he possibly can. What? Which is not very fast because his leg is fucked up. But the Canadians who have done nothing wrong and everything right have already come to look for him. So they meet him halfway down the beach and they're like, where did you go? What just happened? Who is that guy?

And Drew's like, I just experienced a miracle is what happened.

And Drew's like, I just experienced a miracle is what happened.

And that's the normal gossip promise is an unanswered question. What a ride. So Drew tells the Canadians what happened and they're like, wait, so who was DMing you so much? Like what was going on? And Drew's like, oh my God, I was so caught up in the moment. I haven't even checked my inbox.

And that's the normal gossip promise is an unanswered question. What a ride. So Drew tells the Canadians what happened and they're like, wait, so who was DMing you so much? Like what was going on? And Drew's like, oh my God, I was so caught up in the moment. I haven't even checked my inbox.

Who do you think was DMing him?

Who do you think was DMing him?

He opens the Hostel World app, opens his inbox, and is greeted by a series of increasingly drunken messages from none other than Oliver that are all like, Hey, babe. Beach tonight, my love.

He opens the Hostel World app, opens his inbox, and is greeted by a series of increasingly drunken messages from none other than Oliver that are all like, Hey, babe. Beach tonight, my love.

I mean, in a way, Oliver was Drew's miracle.

I mean, in a way, Oliver was Drew's miracle.

Drew has incredible luck in a way that astonished me when I read this email, I must say.

Drew has incredible luck in a way that astonished me when I read this email, I must say.

Well, the next morning, Drew runs into Oliver at breakfast.