After a rather turbulent evening of drinking where we, er, made friends with (as in harrassed) the table of young Japanese people next to us, Jaco and I boarded a train and I decided it would be fun to go dancing. So I did. In a bar that was largely empty. And whatever else may have happened shall remain untold except that as I wandered home at 4:10 am, still utterly shitfaced, I decided to take pictures of that rarest of flowers*, the marigold. [The symbol "*" denotes sarcasm]