Got up to a hectic day of lounging around the hostel reading and watching telly. The hostel is very pleasant with its comfortable TV room, balcony, and nice bathrooms.

In the evening we joined in with a few of the other residents and had a barbecue and drank heavily. The two most drunken people there were an Australian girl and a Coloured South African called Connie. Before we knew what was happening, Olly found himself igniting his methylated spirit-soaked arm while I poured a saucepan of water over Connie's head.

Fortunately, a shop-owner across the road sells alcohol illegally. A request for four lemon twist produced three litres of Lion beer.

After we had consumed the takeaway beers, we all moved on the Origi Hotel to drink yet more. Olly and I engaged in conversation with two South African gentlemen of the "old school". In other words, they were mindless, bigoted alcoholics. It was interesting listening to their considered opinions about the race issue in South Africa.

Back at the hostel we caught the last half of Shirley Valentine. This was a cue for Olly to share a few of his philosophies about sexuality with the rest of the hostel residents.