4am – SNOOOOORRRRE. *thwack*
5am – SNOOOOORRRRE.
10am – Still no sign of the parcel my dad sent about a week ago. I should think its probably in Bolivia by now…
4pm – Venture away from our sunbeds to go boogie boarding. For people who haven’t a clue what this is, and mum and dad, it is basically a short surfboard made of polystyrene, that you attempt to ride the waves with. Attempt. After the 3rd mouthful of seawater, I finally got the hang of it, although I’m sure there’s more to it than this…
Drinks Knocked Over = 1