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It’s 5:30 in the morning local time, and I’m sat here in a hostel because there’s no point sleeping. Usefully, the 8:30 flight out ended up leaving at about midnight, and therefore I arrived at 3:30 local to find that there wasn’t a bus for 2 hours. Therefore, I got a taxi to the wrong hostel (even longer story) and ended up asking the person at this wrong hostel if I could sit in a chair for 3 hours. Thankfully, he said yes.

I’ve now been up over 24 hours, and I won’t sleep for another 15 hours at least. Great!