12pm – The smell of roasting flesh signals a return indoors after only an hour today. I make a mental note (always a problem, that) to put my clock/thermometer thing outside and take a picture as proof.
2pm – I cleverly mistake pesos for dollars and bring the equivalent of 25 pence for my hours internet access, which the attendant looks at in disgust. I send Michelle packing for more money while I lounge around.
Drinks Knocked Over = 3