Day 7 - Bad, bad baquette
So I got slapped about by the flu bug and spent the entire day in bed.
Really bizarre this 5-star hotel has no A/C .
How do you stop all the chocolate from melting into your mouth?
I found some energy for 30 seconds to do some hand washing and beat my knickers against the polished granite walls with fading gusto.
I found a stale baguette under the desk from my shopping trip and nibbled on it to prevent fainting spell. Then I realised I didn’t buy a baguette … mehhh … can’t really get any sicker.
Up at 2am, 3am and at 4 I was done.
The coffee machine at the breakfast buffet is not fixed to the wall … may slip into my catsuit this evening and stick it in my Kathmandu case, which is so huge I’ve taken to hiding in there whenever housekeeping tries to clean my room. The muffled cries of “leave me be” seem lost on their Teutonic sensibilities.
Have allowed myself one more day to convalesce.