I wake to a hum of pain about my body. Now it is 07:30; time to rise and cleanse myself, before packing my bags and collecting up my beer for a 09:00 bus.
It will take nine hours to reach my next destination.
The Jailhouse hostel could not be any more different from the Arts Factory if it had been specifically designed as a crash-out room for tripping hippies.
As it happens, it pretty much was! This is a historical jail, where they would hold convicted criminals prior to sentencing...