We were staying in a 'boatel', basically a boat berthed on the river, converted into a hotel. This is the view I had from my room. It was the coolest hotel I've been in! All of us on the port (that's left to you non-seafaring types) side were very lucky. The people staying in the rooms on the other side on the boat just had a large stone wall to look at. I think we got the better deal.
One night at about 2 o'clock in the morning, everything was quiet. That was, until the Loud Duck piped up with one solitary but ear splitting quack. It was the only sound around and was clear as day (or in this case, night). It cracked me and my room-mate up for at least half an hour!
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