June 16

After a nice night of practically no sleep, I got up and headed to the track. After meeting my dad we sat down and watched the end of the F1 practice session. About 2 hours later qualifying started. It was straightforward enough, Hamilton took pole with Alonso right behind him; this could decide the race tomorrow.

The Porsche GT3s were up next and it was really fun watching a race with someone we know taking part. Mark did quite well, and we got to go to his pits and talk with him afterwards. In terms of people watching, today provided the following:

• Always-excited Brazilians
• A man wearing Ferrari red with a bishop’s hat, robe and cane
• A drunk guy peeing in a garbage can
• A woman wearing a corset for a top, yes a corset.

We left the track and came back to the campsite. We found our car….with nothing next to it. “Where’s our tent?” and “I think someone stole our tent” were the next uttered words. Fortunately the wind had just blown it away and someone was kind enough to stake it down before it landed in the muddy stream. We then headed out for a snack, nothing particularly exciting.

A pick-up truck turned wading pool. Genius?

Came back and relaxed a bit before going to dinner. A man came up to us and asked us if the tent was ours. We said yes and thanked him for staking it down. “Yeah well unfortunately it hit my car before I was able to do that.” Two deep scratches in the hood and we give him our insurance info.

The plot thickens...

Went downtown for dinner to the usual place; late food=free food. Came back to the site for more Bulgarian lawnmower-techno-pop.