We got up at 2.30am to go to the loo; both of us needed to go, so we headed down togeher, having to pass the bedroom to the left of us to get to the stairs. The man and woman staying in the room to the left of us spent most of their time while we were there, either drunk or high. They were in their late 40's, early 50's and clearly reliving their lost youth for whatever reason, usually starting breakfast with a beer and a shot of Jagermeister. This is if they actually got up, of course. They also had a tendency to pass out on the bed, with their door open and always seemed to be naked, unfortunately. This occasion was no exception: she was sat on the bed, facing the door, completely naked and oblivious to us walking past. We both got a glimpse of her, full frontal, hoovering in a baguette. The image is etched into our minds and I am convinced we will need therapy.

We woke up later in the morning, to no internet. Again. Not that we were addicted, but it was nice to catch up on what was happening in the western world while we were on what seemed to be another planet. Edd had finally had enough of the no signal, dropping signal and then signal but no connection. He went on a mission: to find out the codes of the wifi signals named SUNSHINE and MUSHROOM 1. He came back victorious and we were connected to SUNSHINE.

We said good bye to our new german friends, at 11am, as they were catching a bus to Kam pot (spelling?) A 2 hour bus ride (so they mean 4) east from where we were. We were sad to say goodbye, having not spent that much time in their company, but having built up a good friendship almost immediately.

I'd started getting really into a new book 'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo,' after getting it free, from amazon, with a voucher code. People walked up and down, trying to sell me trips to the island, massages and sunglasses. The german girl said she'd considered making a sign that just read 'no' during her time here; she educated me on the ways of the vultures: ignore everyone except the lady selling mangoes and point at your sunglasses in silence to the ones try to sell you something you clearly already own. Edd had made friends with the people staying in the dorm and spent a large amount of time playing pool with them or looking at houses in Australia on his phone (it's a new hobby). I employed a more anti-social stance, reading by myself under the trees (it was too hot and there were no sunbeds available), ignoring people or pointing to my sunglasses. The mango lady got my undivided attention, but thats about it.

We had lunch at a local spot just down the street from our bungalows, there I met the people Edd had made friends with. Most were British (which was surprising), one from California and a Dutch girl. We had a very interesting conversation with the guy from California, one was not quite sure if he was talking through his blow hole and had a very wild imagination, or if he was actually being serious. Then he'd come out with stats and facts and links that made you realise the biggest problem in his life: he was in fact, just too smart. He lacked direction and seemed to waft around like a leaf in the wind, but he was happy and he was travelling the world. Whether his stories were true or not, they were most definitely entertaining.

After lunch, Edd and I went in search of suncream and bug spray. We were on to our 3rd bottle of sun cream and 5th bottle of bug spray in 2 months, quite an achievement. The bug spray helped with mozzies, but the sand flies and red ants were no match to the chemical concoction and I still had red spots all over my legs and feet. We then headed back to our bungalow, dumped our stuff and resumed positions. This time with a G&T and a beer.

After much contemplation that evening, we decided to order burgers from our accommodation. We'd met people that had said it was amazing, so ordered 2 and waited with 'The Cambodian' cocktails, which were on a 2 for 1 special.

By the end of our meal, all of Edd's new friends joined our table with drinks. He'd managed to collect a group of 10 people during the course of the day, all with stories to tell and helpful tips on what to do where and more importantly, what not to do.

We both slinked off after 9pm to go to bed, leaving the group behind in the restaurant area. I continued reading and Edd carried on short-listing houses he liked (to see how much they sold on auction and gage how much they sold over, so realistically what we could potentially buy after our working visas were approved). The music was too loud again, but we had started to learn how to tune out of the station. It was a pity that we couldn't hear the sound of the miniature waves over the electric guitar and drum solos, but we could throw a stone at the sea and this was the liveliest place in Otres; you can't have it all.