The sun was getting ready to set but I still wanted to see colors, so I headed down to Tedd’s for a nice cup of tea. I gulped it down at Catcha Falling Star, then gave myself about four hours before having to do anything. For the most part, I sat in my room playing Rush on Spotify with Kevin from Norway, and Garrett eventually joined, and then we started pouring rum punch to get ready for the night.

I had made arrangements with Marko for a local named Africa to drive us all to the Jungle club, and by the time we started heading down the hill I was pretty much back to normal. We did a caravan with Chris, Garrett, Bobby and some Seastar yardies, picking up Marko along the way – I think Marko’s young girlfriend had granted him a 1 a.m. curfew.

I put Africa to the test by having him escort me to Scotia ATM, and with $300 USD off we went to the Jungle, where frankly I drank a little too much and eventually went home separately just before the others. The only thing I was making love to on this early morning was my pillow, and I was OK with that.