Joe recruited an interesting guy from Arizona to go disco dancing with us the other night, based on strict acceptance criteria into the group of jumping fools we were to become – how fast he drank lager. The interesting thing about this guy, christened Wayne, son of Dwayne, though I believe he was really called Ryan is this; he said that if he hadn’t met Joe and done away with conversation and started jumping about, giving piggybacks and swapping hats, he would have done the usual thing – meeting other travellers, asking questions about where they’d been and where they were going. And that he was sick of that. Nice perspective, but I did manage to weazel out of him a good story where he got drugged in the Philippines and relieved of his money by two old ladies, who subsequently put him in a taxi back to his hostel to come to his senses.