The Morning After Dylan

From my first (and only, at this point) Camino Diary.

The date: 18 July 2004, Sunday
The Walk: Our room to cafe
Distance: .1 km
Time: 3 hours

I'm dying. __ ________ _______ ________. Short sentences a must. Also coffee. Think I either sprained or broke my thumb. Falling down last night a lot. Dylan: what a legend. Might have slept in pee. Don't know. Remember little. Slept through Echo and the Bunnymen in a medic tent. Hopped a lot of fences. Was very confused. Still am. Need coffee. Where is Mike? Where am I? 5km to Santiago. Then, mustache. To all those opposed . . . well. . . .

Mike _______ ___ __/________. __________. Wha a legend.

I ________ ________. Too drunk. (__, ___ ___.) Oh well. There's still beach and fiestas.

Need to take another Tylenol. Thumb hurts from all this writing. Which isn't a lot at all.