Saturday, Feb 11th. As adventures goes, this one began with two relatively short flights. American Airlines has nice interiors, for a bulimic. Arrived in San Juan at 11PM with an internal clock that said it was only 7PM. So, following the hotel clerk’s advice, wandered over to the nearby “hot spot”. A whole lot of Puerto Rican partying going on. Some bars were not only checking IDs, but also frisking the men. Pot in the air. Extremely loud. I found a quiet(ish) bar and tried the bartender’s choice of rums, plus some odd but delicious spring rolls. By 1:30 (9:30 my time) I’d had enough, while lots of people had not.

Hotel is adequate, but nothing to be proud of.