It’s 38 degrees Celsius here and my new Chuck Taylors hurt.
Plus I barely got any sleep the previous night and spent about seven hours straight on conveyances of various kinds (i.e., taxis, trams, planes, trains, etc.).
Most importantly, I’m not as young as I used to be.
All of which translated to an uncharacteristic gratitude when our tour guide brought us back to the hotel earlier than planned.
Gad. I’ve got some major travel mojo to recover.