In dormitory accomodation you are regularly ‘treated’ to a nightly orchestra where the players have never met, the ‘music’ is unrehearsed and the results play havoc with the audience’s sleep. Last night some bad karma caught up with me and I scored the bed above a lady who has gained some notoriety on the Camino: retribution for a few comments at her expense and the practice of following her into town, when the opportunity arises, and watching where she stays so that an alternative can be chosen. A new Italian friend, a portly fellow, whose roudy ‘music’  I had experienced previously, arrived late to take up the adjacent top bunk. The orchestra was assembling but he never stood a chance. The snoring diva has the capacity to fall asleep in seconds with her medley of snorts and explosive grunts following almost instantly. Fabio was caught off guard and he never settled into his usual commendable rendition of raucous rumblings. The remaining players in the room barely rate a mention. Though a few filled the gaps created when vibrant snorers take that scary, are-they-dead type break before resuming with a sound that sends shock waves through a bunk bed and around a room. Of course, I must have slept a little but it can’t have been much. The diva’s masterful command of excessive disruption was rounded off by several additional accomplishments: a violent rocking of the bunk bed when she woke herself and jerked in alarm at her own volume; several repeats of an early morning mobile phone alarm that she seemed not to be able to turn off; and the possession of a plastic bag in her rucksack that produced the loudest rustling heard yet. As I raised my weary, befuddled and snort-challenged head above the edge of the top bunk, her eyes were level with mine. A small, involuntary groan escaped my lips. “Vot es wrong?” this dear lady asked, with an innocence that brought tears to my tired eyes. Afterall, she is oblivious to her talents. The diva wins again. What can I do?  I bid her “Buen Camino” as she heads off into the pitch dark to start the daily walk that will make her tired enough for her nightly orchestral manoevres.