Few of life's disappointments can match that of waking up and realising it's Monday morning. Even finding a cupboard in your overheated hotel room that says "minibar", only to find it empty is far less depressing I find. Sam (who I was sharing the room with and is a look-alike to Steve "And this one's REALLY dangerous" Irwin) and I would've done well with a couple of drinks. We woke up on Sunday (to seagulls with megaphones) so dehydrated due to the unbearable heat. Forget about licking any stamps, our mouths were paper bags...

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