Sep 28, 2011
I don't move from the hostel couch until 6.30 am, Sunday morning. Chess Grandmaster status is surely not far off.
Considering I went to bed around 12 midday, it's no surprise that I wake up at night. I soon discover the Irish, Aussies and German have moved on, leaving me in my pit of despair. We are due to sail tomorrow, but it looks like I'm going to literally miss the boat. It's a damn good job I find out the boat is would have been a disaster, I can leave tomorrow, and we don't sail until the 31st. Crime pays.