Meh. Never got a real hangover from yesterday, but seemed to enter bouts of cosmic nausea occasionally.
Which slightly marred an otherwise very enjoyable barbecue evening in Jollas.
Two excellent cuts of steak, greatest salad I’ve eaten in months and dessert worth beheading a few french nobles. Of any of which I took zero pictures, proving that an omni-present camera is no good if not used.
Missed out on most public transport on the way out, and walked a couple of kilometers through the still very well-lit, but completely deserted Jollas. The picture is taken off a ridge, just before the sun slightly dips below the horizon.