Spring Break-In - Part 2

.....Afterwards I headed to a convenience store to grab some beers for pre-bar drinks on the roof terrace - I heard people were drinking up there so thought I'd be socialable. With my local dark beer I started chatting to a Finnish guy who wouldn't stop talking about the wonders of Mexican women. He even had a bit to say besides that, and we headed up to the main 'party' area together and managed to wangle our way into the 20 dollar bar of infinite drinking for almost half price and had a decent night, despite the piss-poor music and frat-boys dry-humping anything that moved. I'm glad I stuck around that extra day, but it also felt good to be on my way the next morning too, with nothing but a precariously close-to-splitting Tesco carrier bag holding everything I owned. US customs are gonna love this, I thought as I checked in at the airport, but I had a smile on my face and bizarrely felt more upbeat than when I arrived. I still had a week left to explore the continent's north west corner, and no junkie bellend's thievery was going to stop me!