Waking up in a bed that wasn't mine but clearly the first empty one I could find, the hangover wasn't too bad, just slightly tired. Christi and ange soon came to the hostel saying they were all planning to get tickets to P12, a sick pool party north of the island. We'd heard a lot about it so thought why not. We however needed more cash so christi said she'd buy our tickets. Tiredness wearing off at the prospect of a sick pool party we eagerly rushed to the bus stop. It was 11 o'clock and the bus was picking us up at 3. The bus is 40 mins. EASY! However being a Sunday the buses weren't running as regular as usual plus they run all around the houses. No worries thou. We should still do it. So we wait about 20 mins for a bus that ends up taking an hour. Arriving at the cash machine we find out that my card has been rejected! OH DEAR! We try another and another, they all say the same, what looks like 'card invalid'. Heads down and fully defeated we head back to the bus station which is about half one by the time we've messed about. The bus then takes half hour to leave so at least we should get there in time to explain we can't come but we'll still pay her back. WRONG AGAIN! We hit traffic and don't get into Barra till about 3.15. As we pull up to the station there is a slight bit of luck as their bus has also been stuck in the same traffic and is late. We get off and wimper up to the group, excited to see that we'd just made it, to explain the situation. The clouds part, the sun shines and god says...U SHALL GO TO P12. Well not god but someone mentioned we could use our credit card and christi wasn't desperate for the money, however, there was still the obstacle of getting ready before their bus turned up. Run back, pick up credit card, change flip flops and spray of deo (none left, only the airy stuff came out). We ran back down and made the bus. I was going to a pretty swanky champagne drinking pool party in a dirty t shirt smelling of the beach party I'd been too drunk to remember the night before. FRESH! I didn't care thou, after the day we'd had we were on our way and nothing could stop us. We arrive and although it seems a little dead at this point the set up did not disappoint. A huge pool with a bar in, surrounding bars and an ocean view enhanced by electronic music blearing out huge speakers. There was the bikini clad models sipping champagne, there were 6 pack studs sipping champagne, there were ridiculously loaded old men in their unbuttoned white linen shirts sipping champagne and there was us with a bucket of beers. The party continued thru till around 11ish when we headed back to the hostel, continued drinking and headed to bed at a slightly more reasonable hour... Only slightly thou.