I wake today with a hangover, just a headache but it's fairly bad, I spend till 4pm trying to get rid if it. We head out tat shopping and for some food. Everyone is tired tonight and can't be bothered to get on it. We chill out with a few drinks until Paul pops to a chemist and returns with a strip of vallium.

As were having a steady night I decide I want another joint as does paul. We head down to the beach as we can't stop sweating in the town and grab our joints. As we drink there is a lightening storm all across the sky but only drops of rain, I've seen this happen a few times out in thailand where it lightenings but doesn't rain. As we pay the bill is starts, the rain drops are huge and there is a mad scramble for cover. We walk back to the hotel in the rain and by the time we get back the rain is torrential and were all soaked.

We change and spark up the joints after Paul has dropped a few vallium. As he chats away to Jordan slurring more with every minute that passes, I get really wasted, these joints are strong and I'm pretty boxed straight away. I decide to keep some of the joint for later but as I am stood outside jords room I get a shudder and let go of the joint, I feel it slipping from my grasp but the stoned haze I'm in will only let me look at the unfolding drama and not stop the terrible event from happening. Gone, it's gone, down into the bushes below the balcony. Never gonna get that back but I'm sufficiently stoned to not care after a final look over the edge to see if I can spot it.