Dear god Solidus, your days seem to consist of staggering, in a state of abject decadence, from one foul pit of guesthouse to another, whilst swilling the product of a crafty shop owner’s still and annoying all and sundry with your rather-too-loud “happiness” / drunken jollity.

What price the culture and sights of the country?

The highlands look good – have you done a “tame” walk?

By an odd coincidence, Han and I just watched The Beach… watch out for sharks!