Last warm and last freshwater shower for the next 65 days. Last shower in fact – washing in the sea, and decomposing on an island from tomorrow. So the last shower has been had. A religious experience that I have celebrated by starting to wear skirts. Also shaved chest. Thinking of starting hormones and becoming a woman for a bit. I think I’d make a much better runny-mascara-ed, smudged lipstick, waking up with a hedge in my hair kind of female alcoholic than a male one.
And what’s the big idea of having a curfew at the hostel, locking the doors at midnight? Football sucks, okay, but when it doesn’t finish on the telly until 1am, people aren’t going to leave the Sports Bar until then are they? Especially if they aren’t going to get any beer at all for 65 days. Only donkey vodka, once a week.