October 2 Raro

Bloody cold showers. This is island living! Brrr

This hostel is so loud. Our cheap-o dorm room in particular has walls that are paper thin and we can hear everything.

Net and I do very little for the day cos the weather is still overcast. There is a little island that we can wade to as the water is shallow and at its deepest it only reaches waist height (to short-arse me that is). We wander out to the island and find hermit crabs and little lizards.

In the evening we make a pasta dish, which is the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten. It's sweet sauce! Raro imports everything from NZ so I know this sauce comes from NZ. I don't understand why NZ makes pasta sauce sweet??!! Can Steve tell me??

We go out with the rest of the Brits fro the hostel to some bar in town. 20 people piled into a 12 seater taxi. It's cosy. It's a messy drink fueled night. The funniest thing I remember is the DJ (see below). What's up with the tash amigo??!!

On way back everyone is pissed out of their minds. 20 Brits in a 12 seater taxi - imagine! We all end up drunkenly "singing" Bohiemian Rhapsody (Wayne's World style) along with other songs, probably giving a really bad image of Brits to the taxi driver.

Go to the beach where our Finnish mate loses his flip flop to the sea. We find it extremely funny (esp cos we're all pissed).
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