After a long hike, Jane and I found ourselves in Camden Town. I bought a pair of Doc Martin boots to hopefully repair my raw-like-hamburger feet.
Happily snugged into my new boots, Jane and I wisely decide to take the Underground back to Paddington station. Nearby is Hyde Park, a beautiful place to enjoy a beer and chips. It's not long before we are joined by our hostel room mates who quickly spread the word that yesterday was my birthday.
As daytime turns to dusk, we pack up the picnic and head back to the hostel. One of the guys demonstrates how to make free phone calls from a pay phone.
Back in the dorm, the party continues. Three of the guys are blowing up condoms like balloons and participating in a dare to see who can pull one over their head. It's all very hysterical, except for the blinding headache pounding on the inside of my skull. One of the guys nonchalantly pulls out a fairly large case for a backpack. Inside are several divided compartments containing his pharmaceutical collection. He gives me a blue pill, which knocks me out within minutes. When I wake up a few hours later, the party is still in full swing and my headache is gone.
I wake up just in time to participate in a rowdy game of inflated condom, bunk-bed volleyball.
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"A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book."