We started our day the best way: with a swim in the sea. Edd's a bit of a water baby, so he always seems to stay there as though it's his second home; I, on the other hand, set up a second home on a sun lounger. I left him to swim with the fishes and resumed my position, with my book.

At one point I looked up and couldn't see Edd. I got up, walked into the sea and around a boat that was parked in the shallows. No Edd. I then walked around the boat to the other side and he was no where to be found. I panicked. Then I recalled his tendency to swim far out to sea and spotted a head in the distance. I cursed him in my head and went back to my book.

He swam back about half an hour later, but had to pass 2 young British guys that were causing quite a commotion: they'd taken their trunks off and were advertising it to anyone unfortunate enough to be close by. They kept jumping up and down shouting: 'look at my willy! My willy is free!' Someone needed to wade out to where they were and hold them underwater, for about 5 minutes.

I spent most of the day reading, coming close to the end of the story, which was getting so good I turned into a completely anti social recluse. Edd got bored of me engrossed in the story and walked around chatting to any new comers and playing pool with the old ones. We went to the local for lunch (because it's cheap and it's good) and sat with a couple of people, chatting about various things and fixing the worlds problems.

We then walked back to the beach, I carried on reading and Edd continued to entertain himself. I felt bad, but I was nearly finished.

That evening we had dinner in the local again, but all ordered red curries. Edd had introduced all the new people to all the old ones and we sat together chatting about everyone's travel plans, experiences and future journeys. It's amazing, when you travel, how quickly you make friends with people. In a more 'normal' environment, it could take at least 6 months to a year even, before you've formed a good friendship with someone new. Dinner plans are met with hesitation and anxiety, people take bottles of wine as gifts, the conversation is light and then you leave at a socially acceptable hour. Here, you meet someone, decide you like them, then spend the next few days having lunch, dinner, touristy activities and even lazy days in their company, as though you've known them all your life. There are no pretences, there is no anxiety and nobody gets a bottle of wine out of it.

We all went back to the Seagarden after dinner and sat around in the beach chairs, chatting and playing riddles. I took part in the riddles, between reading. Yes, I was sitting amongst a group of people, reading my book. It had turned into an obsession.

Edd and I eventually went to bed after 10pm - by iPad needed to be charged. We'd finally worked out the mystery of the pooh on the bed, it had been happening every night, after 5pm, since we arrived. His name is Glen, Glen the gecko. Not like the gecko's we're used to back home though, these guys are as big as your forearm, their grey bodies with red spots span 25cm's and they sound like birds. He gives us a present every night and tonight was no exception: there was a pooh on the bed. It looks a bit like a kitten's, surprisingly, which is why we were so confused the first few days. We cleaned it up, sorted out the mosquito net and climbed in. I continued to read until I couldn't keep my eyes open; I was on 96% finished, so saved the ending for the next morning.