Early weeknd morning streets are a lonely place. Free from the last of the party people gone home to rest their tired heads, still ringing with the boom boom of the all night bass music, all is quiet. Except for the crowds of birds fighting over the colourful pools of the too-much-funs or not-so-funs of the night before.

I need coffee but no cafes are open yet. Perhaps they had too much fun too last night.

Quenching my hunger with a Pheonix feijoa drink for now.