No work, cool and cloudy. We go to a local cookie factory to taste their wares and then watch a pirated version of Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels on Romu's little TV, dubbed in French.
I find the film easier to understand in French than it was in English with all those trashy London accents. We play "Corsican Battle", the card game which unleashed my whining the other day, after all it's my favorite card game and there is fucking nothing else to do.
Reggae drifts in from all sides, everyone except for us at the campground has apparently brought a stereo and wants to share their amazing music far into the night. I can't decide if my boredom will change into an "I'm on vacation" mentality or not...