And so, it is therefore what it is all about.

In 96 hours, 11 hours of sleep, many hours of drinking, working, caving.

It all ends in a rather ill me, probably with a flu, and feeling poorly.

The road after New Mills was flooded, we goaded mandy to drive through the floods, which were about half a fathom deep. Some stupid woman drove in the opposite directino with her windows open, and we splashed filthy flood water onto her face. hilarious.

The minibus hire company is very irresponsible, and i think we should have back up plans in the future, which might cost more, but make the trip slightly safer and more enjoyable.

I'm so tired. This actually means that summer is over.