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No chance of a lie in this morning. Checkout was noon. Breakfast was ten, and in between was packing in a stuffy room. As usual I had my stuff zipped away in my bag in half an hour, and spent the rest of my time kicked back in what has become my regular spot over the week - a motheaten armchair that goes well in the room - reading my book.

Fahrenheit 451. Highly recommended on Amazon, but I’m not entirely sure it deserved it. More of a lecture than a novel, really, but the imagery is interesting.

I stuck with it, though, and read for two hours at Chiringuito - the last time we would sit there to drink as the world passed us by, and then some more on the bus to the dumpy Reus airport, which still shows too much of its military roots to be an appealing place to travel through.

I put it to one side as we took off, though, and didn’t pick it up again until we were back in familiar territory. Instead, I watched the airline TV, and the distant views through the window. We flew fast and high, and it took us an hour to reach our cruising altitude. Even up there, though, the sky was bouncy and we were shaken about from side to side.

We arrived early, though, and got home when it was still light and there was time to stop in at Tesco where, finally, my tan looked good against the pasty white skins of those around me.

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