Dave Daze

Every day is a good day

Sunday 4 September 1983: Quito

Patrick and Rodrigo, both not drinking for health reasons, had left earlier in afternoon and Hugo not long after lunch – unkind but probably fair comment was he only went for the ‘cuy’. Wendy tells me I crashed asleep on settee about 9.30 but I woke up in bed desperately thirsty but extremely loth to move.