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PRISONERS' DAY

peak-hour traffic looking like they had been to a nightclub might lose him his job.

I took the tourists to the gates in groups and said goodbye. 'Thanks, Thomas. This is the best night of my life,' declared my new New Zealander friend, even though the sun was shining and the music had stopped. He had done so much coke that the party was still going on in his head. One of the girls who was in a similar state gave the major a big hug when she got through the gate, and all his men laughed.

I was extremely tired, but with all the drugs still in my bloodstream, it was several joints and many hours before I finally managed to get some sleep. The day after that, the truce with the police ended and they went back to busting us as per usual. It was one hell of a party, though, and I had a two-day chicha hangover to prove it.