Woke up this morning at 2am. Some frigging animal that resides outside our room should be praying to whomever it’s god is that I don’t have a shot gun – it kept me awake all night with its weird noise.
Today we started planning our visit and all the things we need to do. Journo wants to volunteer as well as take pics and write, while I’m happy to volunteer at a bar, on the customer’s side, as a chair checker and beer quality controller. You never can tell when they sell beer for 50 cents a pint in some places.
We walked into the city on a very hot Cambo day and I’m now looking for a sponsor to supply me with anti-chafing cream. At a guess I shouldn’t need more than 20 litres a week. Back at 2D’s now (Two Dragons for those not in the loop) with my butt cheeks on fire thanks to some serious butt chafing. I was hoping tipping an ice cold beer down my back and letting it run between my butt would alleviate the pain but my tongue won’t let it get past my shoulder blades.