The hottest day of the year requires the hunger strikers to drink plenty. An ample supply of mineral water, pocari sweat, honey/lemon drinks was available. None of them craved for food.
The night was quiet and hot but a fresh harbour wind blew through cooling us. The beach mats we were sleeping on were uncomfortable and sweaty. Luckily I had brought towels to use as pillow and grounding.

At 12.30pm we could finish our hunger strike and we were offered congee, bread and yoghurt.
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