Last night, when we were all virtually in a coma, suddenly a Mexican started to sing. Loud. Right there in the middle of the room!

I sat up straight in bed, in the dark, and so did Patrick and Arjen. Nobody understood how and why a Mexican ended up in our room, in the middle of the night and why he was singing so loud.

As I was looking for the light swith I nocked everything off the bedside stand. That seemed to intimidate the Mexican slightly and I noticed he sang a little less loud.

Then Arjen found a light switch and we found out what happened. Someone had set the radio alarmclock.