One long day...

Up at 4 am again and go, go, go all day long. One of the English-speaking Russians found his voice, but that only enabled the group to splinter. Tomorrow promises to be another long day.

I am standing outside my room, about a half mile from the front desk, waiting for someone to show up with a key card that actually works. I am not a particularly happy camper, especially after having dragged my stuff this far.

This is turning out to be a pretty high maintenance group, and the end client's tack of leading them to a different kind of restaurant every night adds just a but more fuel to the fire, as I end up having to explain Yet Another Menu to our guests.

I am incredibly tired. The pillow becons, and that's all he wrote.

Cheers...

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