Arrak Attack

There is a charming little brew made in south asia called Arrak. Its palm booze and its friggin insane. I should know, I drank a lot of it last night.

At the guesthouse we are staying at the staff threw a big party. There was a smoke machine, lights, fireworks, hotdogs (wtf?) and sri lanka's 7th best dj. Thats right, 7th! The night was a real treat, but I didn't last long. What with going to bed on a regular basis at about 9:30 I think I made it to midnight. I went for a pee, found my bed, and woke up to Darius who made it to sunset, stumbling in at 7am. I did manage to get my contact lenses out of my eyes, and was clever enough to take some advil but today i feel like someone threw me against a rock. Even writing this is painful. So I am gonna stop and wait until later.

Until then...