Thursday 27/08/09
An absolute write off of a day.
Wake and feel quite bad. Scramble some breakfast and have some more beers and say farewell to everyone. Ryan and I attempt to go back to town and do some sightseeing but the heat and my hangover do not make friends. I crawl to the airport and doze, starting to feel really bad. Bump into Bec then get on plane, fall asleep.
Arrive Madrid and it takes forever to get the right tube stop, get lost, eventually find hotel. Shower gratefully and lie in bed, skipping my dinner at el chaflan due to the mother of all hangovers – 3 days drinking without rest finally catches up to me and wreaks its revenge. I pass out.
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