Belarus: Day 3
August 13th 2018 Day three:
The fallout from the night before was sadly inevitable. I woke up with a pounding head and dry tongue. I staggered to the kitchen to get myself a liquid breakfast. First port of call was paracetamol, chased with a berocca followed by a large cup of black coffee. Everyone else seemed relaxed and unaffected by last night frivolity. It was my own fault for writing 2 days of blog in bed
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