It's 1-1 in the heated staying-up-late contest. I made it to 6:40am, while John
piked (as the Australians seem to say it). Insufficient Lithuanian chicks,
clearly.

I am impressed how much effort the camp puts into enabling late-night dancing.
By the time I left there were only about eight of us left dancing, yet the camp
supplied two DJs to keep us happy, and kept the bar open.

I mean, the chairs were stacked, and the floor was being mopped, but when I
asked at 6am "Am I too late to order food?" the answer was "If it's on the
board, you can have it". So I looked, and that menu included pies, scones,
nachos, soup, and two different curries. "I won't give you a number" she said;
"I'll just remember". As if there was a wrong customer to give it to.

When I returned to the dancefloor after my plate of nachos with cheese and
beans I was not sure whether the DJs were pleased to see me or not. They upped
the tempo.