Truth be told, about mid-sentence when the word butt made its appearance I had already woken myself up from all the talking ; but my mother taught me from a young age to never interrupt someone while they are speaking so I continued and finished the sentence.
I might talk in my sleep but at least I have manners.
But it was not the first time.
I tend to sleep through the mumbles, sounds and short incoherent phrases but for the full and long sentences I’ll just carry on even though, on some level of REM-consciousness, I am 100% aware of what is happening.
And while budget private rooms are usually my go-to choice when travelling, dormitories, backpackers and bunk beds are often the only option in countries where the South African rand can’t even stretch to cover the cost of a pillow a night.
READ: A South African's guide to travelling on the ridiculously weak rand
I’ll observe my roommates and if the situation feels right I’ll warn them about the possibility of my midnight chatter; the warning is usually met with an “okay” and an it-can’t-be-that-bad shrug that will most likely be regretted to the next morning.
But there was that one time when my sleep talking didn’t seem like the hostel’s biggest concern.