We drove down from Lisbon to meet the rest of our uni friends in Mike’s parents house in Val de Lobo. Its Mecca for English/Irish golfers.

We played padel, went to the marina for karaoke, sat by the pool, had BBQs and drank a lot of Aperol.

I’m writing this in Paris Ory airport. I had to get up at 5:30 to catch my flight (was sensible enough to leave the Irish bar by the marina a bit earlier, learnt the hard way from last time). I now have a 6 hour layover until my flight to Athens. It’s too hot to leave the airport so I’m working my way through tubes of pringles. Stay tuned.

Grill boss rules with an iron fist

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