After the nighmare bongo ordeal of the night before Richard had already decamped to the beach long before I woke up to sleep off his hangover under a cooling palm tree.
The day for me followed what was to become a regular pattern ( so regular I am not going to bother saying what I did during the day anymore because generally it was always pretty much identical to this ).
Having had a lovely bracing shower I made my way down to the town to find a nice cafe for some breakfast ( technically probably lunch ) which was very easy to do since virtually every building in Benicassim along the high street is a cafe of some sort.


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