The day wasn't too eventful, however Catherine and I wandered along the edge of the cliffs looking for a place to hire bicycles. As we walked and talked the subject of how travelling changes you came up, apparently her sense of direction and ability to know her way around somewhere has become like a sixth sense...we never did find the bicycle hire place. We had lunch at a place I later found out was called 'Black Beach', so called as it was a Beach, that was black, during this lunch we formed a plan to raid the alcohol shop later on and see if the rest of the hostel was interested in a cheeky drinking session.
Catherine and Mark, a Londoner that has just finished a tour of Africa and I hopped in a Tuk Tuk later that evening.
I'm starting to think that it isn't madness, that causes the massive smile, it is just the atmosphere and the people. Everyone is smiling, and Catherine could model for Colgate with her grin and Mark was continuously chatting to everyone and smiling.. By now the Hostel is swelling with new 'recruits' a drunken Australian, an English guy called Mark, a Finnish couple, and an American weasily turd.
Catherine is a great sport and 'volunteered' to be pushed in to the front of the queue, she had an order for 10 bottles of rum, and 8 bottles of beer, this was going to make her look like the biggest alcoholic there, but it didn't seem to bother her too much for some reason. Mark came along for the experience, and was taking pictures of the faces of the people that were in the queue as we waltzed to the front emptied the shop of a large portion of its stock and left without a care in the world. In stark contrast to the people in the queue there was going to be some happy people back at the hostel. About 11 of us began drinking and slowly migrated to the beach in our swimming shorts knowing full well that we'd be jumping about in the sea, drunk, dicing with death every time a wave broke over our heads. Great fun.
Catherine and Mark, a Londoner that has just finished a tour of Africa and I hopped in a Tuk Tuk later that evening.
I'm starting to think that it isn't madness, that causes the massive smile, it is just the atmosphere and the people. Everyone is smiling, and Catherine could model for Colgate with her grin and Mark was continuously chatting to everyone and smiling.. By now the Hostel is swelling with new 'recruits' a drunken Australian, an English guy called Mark, a Finnish couple, and an American weasily turd.
Catherine is a great sport and 'volunteered' to be pushed in to the front of the queue, she had an order for 10 bottles of rum, and 8 bottles of beer, this was going to make her look like the biggest alcoholic there, but it didn't seem to bother her too much for some reason. Mark came along for the experience, and was taking pictures of the faces of the people that were in the queue as we waltzed to the front emptied the shop of a large portion of its stock and left without a care in the world. In stark contrast to the people in the queue there was going to be some happy people back at the hostel. About 11 of us began drinking and slowly migrated to the beach in our swimming shorts knowing full well that we'd be jumping about in the sea, drunk, dicing with death every time a wave broke over our heads. Great fun.
A wave, I was trying to be arty
This is what Catherine looks like when she joins the communal area before her morning fruit juice.
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