Dominik has bet me that I won’t be able to keep myself from apologising for an entre day. If I don’t utter the word ‘sorry’ before midnight I get five bottles of leffe, but if I do I can’t drink for the rest of the trip. Sounds easy, utt I habitually say sorry constantly. Anyway, we are currently sitting in the bar of the camp for the organisation behind Marseilles capital of culture: it is a pretty cool place by the sea, with free wifi. Lyn and I take advantage of internet access when w can get it. I was just typing this entry when Dom commented about me already using the net, and force of habbit made me blurt out the S word. Damn!