Well, the bomber death planes riding shotgun in the sky have turned into butterflies above the Zorro nation.
Taking the advice of IMHO (whoever and wherever you are, I owe you a number of drinks - seriously) I was at the club at 4pm this afternoon (the only punter there!!) and, lo and behold, there was Cale, brimful of brains and helpfulness, guiding me to a computer and magically finding the exact equivalent location - well, actually slightly better – than we had at Subi and feared we had lost forever.
Locked in, deposit paid, confirmed, done and dusted.
So accept no digital substitutes. Get down to the club, connect with Cale or one of his mates at reception, and if there is help to be had, they'll do it for you!