After a miserable breakfast of stale bread, tasteless eggs and over-sweet tea, we went down to the YWCA and asked for a room, which they had.
So, we went back and collected our gear and hiked back around to the hostel. We rested for a while and had showers, then spent the rest of the day writing letters. In the evening we went round to the plush Agip Motel for some cold beers, Carlsberg and Becks, with an English guy and his Australian girlfriend.
CurseOfTheTraveller 