Tuesday 9^th August, 2016

During the night my belly starts to rumble too. I join the club of the breakfast refusers and slurpers of the brown, sugary and desprankled sherbet. But there is a lightweight exception. Kiara is standing in front of me: "Mmhmmh" and holds up her bib. After stimulant activities like packing the tent and a few visits in the amenities block my belly feels much better and we are early ready to go.

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