Monday 25 February 2013

Playa del Carmen, Sunday evening

1823 Decided to have a shower anyway. Since I'm doing my own laundry I can 'afford' to waste clean clothes on a change tonight and I figure people are not going to turn up dead on time so if I get there at 645 or even 7 it's no big deal.

On walk back to beach after lunch I walked past a bar playing 'First of the gang to die' and I immediately broke out in a big smile. Little things like that mean a lot sometimes.

0230 Back at hotel. Little things sometimes fuck things up a lot sometimes as well. Todo casi bien y maƱana es otro dia. Dum spiro spero.

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