When I woke up, Rowan was walking out the room. We had been sharing a locker to put our valuables in and I completely forgot what I had done with the key, the last thing I could remember was that I gave it to him to get something out. In my underwear I quickly ran out after him, hopefully he was still there and his taxi to take him to the airport hadn't come yet. I caught up with him and asked him. He said I had them but I couldn't find them anywhere. Any ways I said bye and good luck and all that and went back to bed. Before I went back to sleep I checked my trouser pocket and would you believe it, there they were, in my pocket all along. I fell asleep and didn't wake up for ages. When I woke up, it dawned on me that this is my last day in New Orleans and I couldn't be bothered to do anything. When the Jeff and Mark woke up we decided to go to the bar to watch the football and chill out with some beers. We were in the bar for a while watching the game and I got really hungry, Mark and some Mexican guy from the hostel ordered some food from a bar across the road and they delivered it in about ten minutes, it was half time now. I was starving, I'm pretty sure Jeff was just as hungry so we went back to Juans flying burrito. I ordered the flying burrito again, Jeff was a wimp and only went for some nachos and cheese. The game finished, we drank some more beers, played some pool, then drank some more. It was only about 16.00 and I didn't have to leave until about 20/20.30 to make it to the Greyhound terminal in time for my bus. The Mexican guy left and we went and sat at the bar and played 'uno'. I won most of the early games then Mark and Jeff teamed up against me. After a while we were all pretty equal then I decided to screw them and tear them apart, I won all the next games that we played until it got boring for me winning all the time and them losing. I was the winningest!