Humorous evening. Jack went out to brush his teeth and says "this toothpaste they gave us just keeps foaming and foaming, weird stuff". Me: "they gave you toothpaste? I only had shampoo in my little kit." Hmm... wait a second.
We're going to bed, and I ask the guys in the ger - your mattresses are pretty firm eh? Yeah, yeah, they're firm. Ok so I won't make a deal of it. Morning rolls around, we inquire how each others sleeps were. I say fine, but my bed sure is firm. Jack comes over and pokes my bed, then looks at me, then knocks on it. Sounded like a door. I had a sheet over a piece of plywood. Right.