When I woke up I was convinced it was nearly lunchtime but I checked the time and it was only 08:30 so we woke up very slowly, I went to the reception and asked if we could extend our stay for another night, for some reason she said yes but we had to change rooms. This was not a problem for us but I could not understand the logic behind it as the room she wanted to move us to was the one next door. I told Sarah 'why don't they just put whoever was supposed to have our room in next door? It's the same room. I did not know. We waited while our new room was being cleaned, which only took about ten minutes. Then our new key didn't work in the lock, which was annoying as everything we had on us was locked in there. They had to call the handyman to fix the lock and it took 1 hour and a half, we amused ourselves by going to a street vendor to buy a coconut and a pineapple. They were delish. Eventually when we got the key back I still couldn't open the door and the cleaner said 'you must shujshujshuj it' wiggling the key in the air, 'oh o.k' obviously the shujshujshuj technique didn't cross my mind. We got into our swimming stuff in a mirror image of the room we slept in the night before and hit the beach. It was about 11:30 when we got there and we chilled out for a while and went in the sea, one thing was for sure, it was hot and hotter than the day before. Sarah said it was time for lunch so I went to get some supplies. About 14:30 Sarah felt a little dizzy rascal, I suspect this was a bit of sea sickness (from the rubber ring), the fact she hadn't drank water and the fact that her head had been out in the sun all day. So to my delight (I was burning) she suggested going back to the room for a break from the sun. We got back, whacked the air conditioning on, I listened to my ipod and sat tapping my foot, I then (despite promising that we would have a day without beer) cracked a beer out of the fridge (a large one) and went downstairs to see if anyone was on Skype - my mate Rossco Bossco the man from El Moscow (not sure where this nick name comes from but it's stuck for years) was, he had his driving test today and was a little nervous, my good mate Gembo (Rossco Bossco the man from El Moscow's girlfriend) phoned Rossco Bossco the man from El Moscow to wish him luck and we had three way conversation. I wished him luck and he went, then spoke to Paul, he had had a rough night trying to get liccle Niamh to sleep and despite it being 10:00 was going to bed. I sneaked back in the room upstairs and the sleeping beauty was none the wiser that I was carrying a litre of premium strength lager round in my blood stream. I woke her up to see if she fancied watching the sunset again on the beach.. she did not and was in a sleepy Sarah grump. After five minutes she was up and at em. We decided to go out for dinny donny ding dongs and Sarah was quite specific in the fact that she wanted a stone baked pizza. We headed out and quickly found an Italian restaurant. I had carbonara and it was a taste sensation and Sarah a margarita which was also divine. We also had a draught beer and I then came clean about necking the big beautiful beer. She didn't mind. We then walked around town having a look down pretty much every street. Sarah was keeping her beady peepers open for a pair of speedo's for me as I said that I would wear them in the sea as I hate getting out with wet shorts, she found this a curious idea and laughed her t*** off at the idea. Thank god we didn't find any but Sarah is still on that mission. We got a grape juice and some water and headed to watch some tele and eat chocolate sleeping at about 23:00 o'clock.