germans and their (often naked) drinking games. Luckily for the one that
wandered into our room at 3am he was light on his feet, as my temper was
shall we say 'short' ;-)
We all woke up and felt massively beaten up - that last 20K of mainly
bitumen walking was equivalent to taking a baseball bat to our feet, a real
shame that the race ended that way and it will take a few days before we
are walking properly, though at least the hobbling is getting better with
practise.
Having just had THE BEST feed at Lilly something cafe, Rach is off to bed
annd Mark and I will try and finish organising stuff, making sure we
haven't lost anything etc. So a slow day leading into the drinks tonight!