Got back to my hotel room to find that my room-mate Bob was in a bad way. I don't know much about fish doctoring, but I know enough to conclude that floating motionless belly-up on the surface of the water is a bad sign. I had hoped to ask Bob for his recommendations on local restaurants but he had nothing to say. So we just went out for sushi. Which is, I think, how he would have wanted it.

Our cab driver on the way home told us this was his first ever night driving a cab and we were his third fare. He said that he enjoyed the job because it gave him the opportunity to see 'the underbelly of human life'. Those first two fares must have been something special; Colman and I kept our underbellies well covered.