Today we chill. We hit the beach, the weather is superb and we all get a bit sunburnt. We take a walk, a few miles along the beach to a bar, aptly named The Sandbar. The Yanks are watching the (American) Football. It's play-off season and it's all very serious. As the game reaches it's climax, a guys shouts "It's a ball game". He's right you know. We sip on some ice cool drinks, lap up the sun and gladly oblige when a family asks us to take their picture.

Laura cooks up a brilliant dinner of scallops with all the sides. We then proceed to get pretty drunk on Mojitos. Whilst doing this, we book flights to New Orleans and sort out accommodation. Good work.