And so it goes...

Did the hanging around at the bar thing again. Met Kevin, the Northern Irish guy from last night, eventually, through him a couple of other guys, including a Dutch guy with a strong Scottish accent. (Also met the hostel manager, Alan, who is Slovenian but speaks English so well with such an Irish accent he fools native Irish.)

Went to Mongo's with Kevin, clearly we didn't go there last night as it was totally different, I have no idea where we went last night. We thought other hostel people were going there, but clearly not. At 3am we went to Club Dos, which appears to be in the basement of Oliver's Travels, a noted tourist bar in the city. Loads of people from the hostel there, one of the hostel staff even dived in for a bit of unpaid bar work. Met one of the hostel temporary staff there, Scott, who is from Ipswich and scarily remembers not only my name but my room number (because when you order on your tab you give your name and room number). Makes me feel like something out of a science fiction novel being 'Steve 231'. :-) He was getting very drunk, but in a cool way, so Kevin & I brought him home and we just got back.

So, to bed and fingers crossed I won't be up too late tomorrow. Be good to get Valle de Luna checked off if I can be up not stupidly late.