It was certainly a long flight to London, landing at almost teatime. I finally finished reading Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography, Born to Run. Getting rid of this fairly substantial book took my luggage weight below 10kg in my constant strive for minimalist travel!

Unlike most people in the Kings Cross hostel I had a low-key Friday night. There was a proper sleep talker in the room tonight. He was having a full-on conversation/argument, presumably in some sort of dream, which was slightly scary. Eventually someone told him to shut up. He came to and a polite voice said, “Sorry, was I talking in my sleep?”