Exactly one hundred and six stairs

That's right folks - there are exactly one hundred and six steps (stair steps not walking steps) between the ferry stop and my first lecture on Wednesdays. The reason I mention this is because I had to walk up those 106 fecking steps. And it was fecking hot. And my bag was heavy. And then, afterwards, an ant bit me on the elbow while I was lying on the grass eating lunch.

Still, at least I didn't have go to the dentist (an experience on par with Dante's fourth level of hell).