I. Torrential hail/ rain storm that potentially fried my car. The speedometer is stuck at 100km per hour, and the gas tank at 1/4. II. Miss Alex, the cabin host. III. Bri falling, getting up, and again. IV. "Scissoring" or spidering. Whichever term feels right. V-VII. Me, Oli, Kathy.
6 bags of chips, a couple of trays of nachos, veggie burgers and a lot of wine later, I'm home. And tired. And I caught a little flu. Resting up for a day or so.
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