The plan was we would get up so I could hit the 9AM sessions at ILUG and Myron would spend the day playing tourist. The alarm went off at 8 and my head felt like it was stuffed with concrete and my throat was so sore I couldn't talk. I turned off the alarm and croaked out that I wasn't going anywhere. I finally woke up around 10:30.
Myron was showered and headed out to a pharmacy to get some medicine for me, then went to do his final last gasp of sightseeing. I e-mailed a couple of people to let them know I wouldn't be at the conference and went back to bed. Here are some of Myron's pictures of his travels.