The night was to be a big one, Dave had met up with his mates, I had some people to hang around with, met a lot more at the hostel who were also up for a big night. I think we all must have started drinking around 14.00, and it went on till gone midnight. After all the drinking we got in a cab and headed for a bar/club. The club was a strange affair, it was under a residential building and we were escorted in through metal shutters. When we got inside it was quite a small bar with a DJ playing pretty crap music there was an area up a small set of stairs that was made to look like the cabin of an aeroplane, to be honest in my opinion I thought it was a little tacky. We must have sat in the same place all night, just alternating our seating positions like a game of musical chairs. Randomly checking my watch I could see the time was going by, it was about 4 in the morning in no time, then next time I had a look it had already become about 7, then finally it was about 9 when we were escorted out of the place and got a taxi back to the hostel, I couldn't sleep a single bit so got up and had some breakfast, went for a walk to pick up my laundry, went back to bed but just ended up rolling around for a few hours. I was so tired and felt like absolute shit but I got on with the day, can't remember exactly what I did or got done but I managed to get about two hours sleep in the evening. I really wasn't feeling up for going out that night so I went to bed and once again found it awfully hard to try and sleep because I had some really bad chest pain, I think because the club and the bar at the hostel are really smoky and coming from England where it is illegal to smoke inside I wasn't used to it any more. Finally after a few paracetamols I managed to get rid of the chest pain and went to sleep, woke up about ten the next morning and felt so revived, like I could conquer a mountain, well not quite but I felt good.