The festivities that night were awesome. We all got completely plastered on some vodka/fruit juice concoction home-brewed by a South African bloke named Brian. Rani brought his guitar along and we proceeded to break into song. Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia, Don McLean - American Pie, Bob Marley - No Woman, No Cry, and even Four Non Blondes - What’s Up, which was rather interesting as I had to raise the pitch of my voice up a notch or two. Fortunately, no video was made of this.I eventually fell asleep in my chair, woken up at 2:30 AM by Brendan, to find myself dribbling all over my shirt. I grunted a response to him and staggered over to my tent. It had to be the most uncomfortable sleep of my life especially with my brother spreading his limbs all over the place and squishing me against Rani and the side of the tent.Rani and I got fed up at around 4:30 AM and ventured out into the dark desert. We climbed to the peak of the highest dune closest to us and chatted until the sun came up.