Turned out nice again, so we headed for the beach for a bit of a dip, a massage, a few beers from Pepe, a bit of sunburn and a look at all the scenery.

The beach was followed by about ten bottles of bubbly at Ian and Sam's apartment when we gathered to watch a slideshow of the holiday (I'm still not quite sure how THOSE shots got in there...). The quantity of alcohol consumed may have explained the meal at a lovely restaurant descending into people having to leave for fear of being sick from laughing too much...