Last night, Thomas ate a disappointing meal at the campsite then braved a short bus journey into Albufeira’s old town where he joined the Dutch and Brit tourists. The later it became the busier it got and of course the more drunk the tourists became. The old town was beautifully lit up at night as it sat by the deserted beach overlooking the tranquil sea. Thomas sat and watched with amusement at the bullying tactics of the PR’s employed by the bars and restaurants to drag people in from the street and then charge astronomical prices for poor quality food and drinks as in other tourist resorts such as Ibiza and Tennerife. He also noticed the rat catchers patrolling the streets. This was not what Thomas had come to experience and left to catch the last bus back to his lodge. The next day Thomas relaxed by the one of three campsite pools whilst watching a local wedding take place on the grounds. Later, Nomad was cleaned and inspected for any wear or damage in preparation for tomorrows ride. Due to the previous night disappointing meal, that evening for some reason, Thomas again ventured into the old town. Unknowingly he chose a Dutch restaurant to eat, where he was served a plate full of very dry strips of lamb. The lamb was so chewy, it was hardly digestible and he suspected this was last weeks left over’s. After complaining to the long legged, blue eyed, blonde Dutch waitresses he ended up walking off without paying, returned to the lodge and attempted to sleep early. During the night, Thomas woke several times sweating profusely and vaguely remembered the nightmare which had just woken him. Throughout the night, the nightmares became more frightening and his skin began to itch. Bedbugs! he suspected, but couldn’t figure out whether he had been bitten or had food poisoning. A terrible night’s sleep!!