The trip down to pacific harbour was quite enjoyable, just over 3 hours, was a small bus that struggled up some hills, but was air conditioned and I listened to a vast amount of music on my Zen. Although I was shattered, I went down to the bar where I got chatting to an Indian guy who bought me a drink and wanted to invite me back to his place to meet his wife. Even in my comatosed state I slyly avoided that one.
I ate dinner with a random collection of Americans, Australiens, English and Irish. Was alright but they had already set into their group and I didn't feel overally socialable. We had 1 or 2 beers and called it a night at around 10.30, and I checked facebook on the free internet. Yay! Now I can actually type up my journal, which may take some time. I slept alright, though some weird dreams.
Today is cloudy, I can't do white water rafting because of the cyclone 2 weeks ago so not sure what to do. I may venture into the pool that I have yet to see anyone go into.
