I woke up late and sat around playing guitar and reading til about 6pm, then started drinking with the Aussies. It was fun. We played Drinking Forfeit Table Tennis (for lack of a better game name), and dared people to drink “That 80% Shit” we’d bought in Austria. It was €13 from Lidl for a litre of it, and it’s both horrible tasting and painful to drink. It turns out the Aussies thought I was called Dev, bastards! They asked if my full name was Devin. My accent was really letting me down, I asked everyone else I met that night where they thought I was from, and nearly everyone guessed Ireland!

Car keys…

I also got invited to challenge involving a very fast spinning kids roundabout. I passed. When the beer ran out I went to the car for more, and had the biggest panic so far when I didn’t have the car keys. It was one of them panics that sobers you up and I thought to check the sand near the roundabout. Unbelievable luck - I saw a tiny corner of the keys poking out the sand. I’ve checked for their presence approximately every five seconds since.

I didn’t make it into the sleeping bag, and slept through the cold night in my smelly clothes.