Eek! I've got 42 minutes to write something. Better get on with it then.

This'll be much more journally, I guess.

About ten PM in an internet cafe in Malta. A German station covers the football (no idea who's playing), got coffee, walls are deep red, ceiling has a sky blue mural, the bar is a sculpted tree. Not bad, really.

Just fell out of the air conditioned hotel and onto the street. So easy to do; the heat makes everywhere your front room. A fact confirmed by all the cats you can see lounging around in the shade, curled in little content balls. (At least, the ones who get fed by someone. The rather skinnier ones obviously haven't found a spot with a soppy ex-pat who brings them plates of food and water.)