On the last night of our trip we dug-up enough energy to go out for drinks at the closest pub (Timberlake's). We were in essentially a gay bar (nothing wrong with that!) in a gay neighborhood, so we paid for our own drinks that night (shameless, I know). Anyway, here are a few and I honestly can't tell you what the hell is going on in one of them. The close-up on my mug photo was the very last photo taken on the trip...and it's of me as a sweaty, drunk, dazed, sunburned mess! Enjoy. 
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