Our clothes were dirty so we washed them Our stomachs were empty so we filled them Our throaths were dry so we smeared them, with beer. We settled outside the bar while draining the wifi and energy relentlessly. When the wind started picking up and the sun started to fade we entered the dimly lit café where we found a cozy corner. We made ourselves comfortable in the leather armchairs and baptised this our living room for the next ten hours. The bar tenders did not allow us eating at the bar, so we took turns going to hotdog-land, which luckily was just around the corner. After some undeniable glances, the lovely Rachel came to sit with us for a while. After getting our last call we encountered some locals that offered us a next bar and a bed to sleep in afterwards.