Woke up around 2 am Sunday, which was a bad omen for my jet lag recovery plan. I kept thinking about that movie where the couple goes to Las Vegas and the wife goes gambling in the middle of the night while the husband is asleep and loses all their money (anyone remember the name?). But I really hate casinos, not in a morally judgmental way, just that I find them so depressing and dull. So I resisted the urge to while away the hours at the casino, and woke Somchai up to have breakfast at 6 am. Selection was enormous, but more isn't always better when you're talking about warmed over buffet selections. We then wasted some time down at the pool, which is really quite nice. There were about six pools, all done up like an Italian villa, and seemed like a good way to work out a pool complex for 6,000 rooms that wouldn't feel like spring break in Fort Lauderdale.