This month started and I had a hangover that could kill a horse. To make it worse as I stirred Sarah was up and packed and very cross with me as I slept in a very deep sleep and sat up like I was going to vomit, I did not! Anyway I threw everything in my bag in a rough fashion and had a shower. I knew I wanted to vomit and sleep and eat and drink more to make my head and general person better. There was a woman in the hut over the path from us with a thick Caribbean accent who had called over the management after checking in and we heard 'dere is a crocodile in the batroom' presumable she had a lizard as well, through my blurry vision this amused me as on reflextion Larry did look like a crocodile, then she asked if she could move rooms, the chavy said 'sorry we have no other rooms' the response in a concerned Carribean accent 'oh my god, bloody hell' I chuckled as my bag filled up. Nether the less I found myself in on the back of a pick up truck with one cross girlfriend and one cross head, (when Sarah is hungover I do what it takes to make her feel better, go to get food, comfort her etc etc, when I am hungover it is made worse by her being a wicked witch!), anyway I thought it would only be a five minute taxi ride, it was about thirty minutes and thirty sicky burps later we were there and checked into Paradise bungalows right on the party beach (famous for the Full Moon Party, a beach party fuelled by drugs and buckets of spirits, unfortunately we had missed Full Moon Party and would be checked out before Half Moon Party). The accommodation was of basic sort but it was comfortable and clean. We had an explore (rather than a sleep) as the day went on and I came to a bit and Sarah confessed she was also a hanging wreck and we made peace with each other. Lunch was a struggle and water was required before rigger mortise set in. As the day went on we found shops and beaches and walked quite away until we came across a place called Coral Bungalows on the sunset beach (the opposite side to the party side but still very lively), we pretended that we were staying there and settled round the pool, it was mint, relaxed we lay on sun loungers as classics from Robert Marley, The Upsetters an Desmond Decker were played I drifted in and out of consciousness ever present of the sun scorching my skin, my T-Shirt was over my head, Sarah read her book and was sensible enough to wear her swim suit so she was in and out the pool. I sweated out the worst of the hangover and we walked back and out changed and went for a rank Pad Thai in a beach front restaurant where we both struggled on a beer and called it a night as we were both on our arse. As we slept there was a beach party about fifty yards from our room which woke me up a few times as the most recent club classics were pumped out, if anything this was therapeutic and the occasional cheer from people having the merriest of times on the beach made me happy and I lay there with a smile (it always makes me happy to hear or see friends and families happy). It was probably 05:00 AM when it stopped.