Oh dear, what can I say? This diary entry will be not be the most exciting I write and I hope that it will not be repeated during my travels. A nasty little bug caught me unawares as I slept peacefully in Room 19 and on waking he reared his ugly head and twisted my stomach. I spent the day in bed, grateful that I was not making my way to the airport for my 21 hour journey to New York!
By 18.30 I managed to extract myself from the security of my room to cross the road to the internet cafe in order to break the news to Sabrine Kast that I could not make it to supper. Sabrine is the daughter of one of my father's skiing buddies and she had very kindly arranged for me to go to dinner with some of her friends in the Cape Quarter. Now anyone who knows me knows that I hate to miss any social event, but somehow the idea of breaking out of the horizontal/foetal position was too much to bear.
Time passed so slowly in that little room of mine that I started to think that I had missed an entire day. If you continue to read my diary you will realize that this was not the case.....
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