Tavistock is quiet tonight, with only a couple of the multi-story casino hotels seemingly doing business. The town is gearing up for Spring Break, however, where hundreds of sun, sex and sangria hungry American twenty year olds will land at nearby Chaddlehanger International to sample the debauchery that Tavistock is known for the world o'er.
We politely excuse ourselves from the game of Russian roulette we've been playing all evening with those very nice Salvadorian drug barons who were preparing for a run over the border to Launceston and return to the bus station, where, in search of a place even more resembling the fall of Saigon, we board the 09:30 Plymouth Citybus 46 to Okehampton, where we alight on Market Street at 10:22 this Sunday morning
Edit - disregard, beaten to it