Jet lagged to the high heavens, we drug ourselves back to the hotel
and slept. This marked the beginning of a week long struggle to
achieve some sort of normal sleep schedule. I think Vic and Yang were
just about sleeping regularly when they hopped on the plane to head
Having woken at around 2am, we bode our time at the hotel until
we thought someone, somewhere in the city might actually be selling
things that pass for breakfast.
We satisfied our breakfast cravings at that most exotic of
places, McDonalds. The ostensible excuse was to find out if they had
anything out of the ordinary on the menus. They didn't.