The Morning

It is 7:20am. Lost track of time at the bar here in the hostel. Great Canadians, great Dutch, great Aussies, great beer. Next thing you know, they are setting up the breakfast I will certainly sleep through. But I better get a little sleep. I am not a young guy anymore. As the Canadians kept pointing out to me. Until they passed out and could not keep up with the rest of us.