torturous, freezing cold and arabic chart toppers without shisha alongside woeful fatigue is not a good state to be in. Nevertheless, that didn't stop us both from falling asleep in all glamour we can muster only to wake up to a small pack of stuffed pita bread left on elroy's tummy courtesy of one mysterious delegate.
SEA CLUB, SHARM EL SHEIKH
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Words cannot describe this. Except well, we got into a little trouble for infiltrating the breakfast buffet at 6.30am instead of the stipulated time of 7am. =(
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