This stop was awesome. The people were lovely and it smelt of fresh flower, obviously! I had my own little makeshift table, which was a pallet, and a chair, which was also a pallet! I managed to get a bit more done but with my picture being taken a lot, I felt like Angelina Jolie! Just a shame I don't look like her...or her have husband!

Here is a little I got done there, although not sure if it'll stay!

Revenge was what kept him up at night; it was the only thing on his mind night and day. It wasn’t enough for him to just divorce Clarissa and cut off his friend. They had broken him. He was dead. There was nothing else that could possibly make him feel any better. Revenge was all he had left.

That is before the part I wrote at the previous stop. My writing is in no way structured! Pretty much like my mind! 

My last stop would have been the library, but it was shut so I'm now back at the hotel with my thimble of rose wine (no wine glasses!!!) writing and trying to make it into a story!

Wish me luck!!