Final day. Went and said goodbye to the duke and packed. Plane not until 11pm, so checked out late and spent half an hour talking to the porter who turned out to be an ex-pat from the potteries, which would explain the odd accent. The shuttle bus driver was also fun – an ex-surf jockey in need of cash who still talked like one and got little kicks out of beating other traffic to the punch. Lots of ‘dude’s involved in the conversation.