The time needed for a flu virus to cause symptoms is now approximately equal to
the time since the camp opened, and a number of people are beginning to suffer.
If you have a compromised immune system, you should probably avoid crowds in
which more than forty countries are represented, and if you do end up in such a
crowd, you probably shouldn't dance with everybody. I probably have just a few
sniffle-free days left. The easiest cure seems to be a couple of nights' decent
sleep.

The dance banan was practically deserted between 10pm and 11pm this evening.
I'm not sure why. Maybe everybody went to the evening classes. I hope the same
happens tomorrow, so that I can properly practice skills other than floorcraft.

The library, which was dedicated to slow dance last week, is now dedicated to
Balboa. I observe with interest and suppressed sniggers that serious Balboa
dancers tend to wear a particular style of vintage-looking thick-rimmed
glasses. Maybe it helps them to identify each other.

The camp organisation continues to amaze me. Today the café was unable to give
people their change because they ran out of 100SEK notes. I had to borrow money
to pay for lunch. There were plenty of 100SEK notes elsewhere in the camp.

Talking of lunch, I have just eaten my fifth meal of the day, not including
snacks, despite coming home early. Meals 2, 3 and 4 were respectively coq au
vin, greek pie, and roast chicken. My mother would be proud. Now I am going to
get an early (1am) night, as I have four classes tomorrow, with the first at
10am.