finding ourselves in roughly the correct timezone, we decided to spent our evening watching the Oscars. Disappointed Toy Story didn't win Best Picture.

This was part of a recovery from travelling by bus for 5 hours and getting scorched (just a fate I'll have to accept my fate) on the beach. I blame my book, which is so dense and so un-beach-friendly that I refuse to accept that I could have gotten burnt in the time it took me to read ten pages. Curse you A. S. Byatt.