By five we were dozing again, by nine out for the count, bur really that is no way to combat jetlag we thought, so once again forced ourselves upon the town.
We dragged ourselves through alternating bouts of numbness and pain through the day as we retraced old steps, until our evening rendezvous with Rob and Janet, who appeared fresh from the morning’s flight, and refreshed from a few hour’s sleep, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Our bodies must have been coming back into morning as well, because as we walked at length through the evening sights we too, were enjoying ourselves immensely. So much did we enjoy that walk through Clark Quay and Marina Gardens and the amble home that for the second time in three nights we found ourselves returning to our room with a very few hours remaining until we were required to depart for our flight.
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