Judged, done and dusted.

the weed has been (almost entirely) smoked and I've sampled all the Cannabis Cup entrants this year. This necessitated voting at some point, although exactly when was only made clear when I asked a bloke in the hotel bar this morning. "You have 90 minutes before voting closes".
Ahh. Best skip the morning coffee then and get out of here. I went over to the Hotel Victoria to hail the purple shuttle bus over the the PowerZone. (a typically European jumble of English words which collectively convey nothing more than the author's ignorance of the language in question. Hypercool is another one. Grumble grumle) I recorded a little video on the bus and chatted to an interesting couple who were also off to Judge. They were very quiet and had been doing tourist stuff too. There's a lot of people here to buy weed or growing equipment and they range from the quiet, ordinary conservative types through typical clean-cut twenty-somethings to those with the gangsta image.
I got my pass from the nice dude at the counter and went through into the next room to fill it out. I ended up going for the Super Lemon Haze and the Royal Jelly although I was tempted by both the Bubblegum and the Grey Martian.
Now I have to roll a few joints and figure out what to do. Jesus. I've just remembered. I need to get something to eat. Haven't eaten since I finished those oranges before bed yesterday. Preferably a pastry. Maybe a burger. Maybe a curry Maybe a chinese take-away. Perhaps all of them.