Got up at ten when I heard Marius and Christian franticly running around the house. Marius had slept through his alarm and had only half an hour to get his stuff packed and to the airport before his plane left. He ran out the door with his hair sticking straight up (the only time I ever saw Marius with a hair out of place, and this is after spending a week and a half sailing with him), holding his broken suitcase and a roll of tape. Later I was told ran into the airport like that and asked if he still had time to catch his flight, the attendant looked at his ticket and told him he still had 24 hours - he'd gotten confused about his departure date.
We all went back to sleep at this point. Later, Marius and I borrowed Christian's car (Christian was not feeling well and still in bed) and spent over an hour trying to follow Christian's direction to the nearby public swimming pool. Eventually we did get there and I managed to swim a mere thousand meters before giving up. I think the combination of ten days of little sleep and mass quantities of alcohol, the long course (50m) pool, and just generally being out of shape was too much for me.