Clubs, fingers and pseudo sharks

So last night we had a big one. On being told that today would be a rest day the pilots decided they wanted a night out. Whilst eating in town we saw a constant stream of top totty hitting the bars and decided we would hit club discotheque demon. More stories from that to follow... But lets just say Ali doesn't have a certain nick name for nothing.

Today we decided to try out the recommended beach at the local lake. We turned up, for some reason ignored where the locals were headed and tried to find an entrance. After then walking around for half an hour we decided the locals probably knew better than us, and followed where they had been going originally. Turns out they were right. When we located the beach, we immediately hit the water with ball in hand to show the locals what rowdy Brits we are. We discovered that on the whole we are rubbish at water volley ball but Ben has an irrational fear of sharks (despite the fact we were in a lake...). After this we hired two pedalos for the twelve of us and ventured out to the depths of the lake. After figuring out that if more than 3 people are at the front of the boat the backs sticks out, we obviously had 10 of us on the front of said boat in what some have described as looking like the titanic. Needless to say I had a little bottom moment.

Shortly following this the Water Po Po zoomed over to us, to which we all held our breathe, awaiting the bollocking that was obviously going to ensue. After a little translation issues it was actually that we were swimming more than 50m from the shore... Phew.

Once our time was up we hit the shore again and decided to get candyfloss. The man started putting it on the stick, then kept going, and going, and going. We ended up with a ball of candyfloss the size of a basketball. Seeing as this was obviously not enough sugar, we decided we also needed ice cream too so stopped at the next shop down. The man asked us to help translate his menu into English by holding up various ingredients and having us write them down in English. We were nice and wrote out his menu properly, but realised we missed out on the oppurtunuty to screw his business over by 'accidentally' mistranslating his menu to include items such as "waffles topped with warm jizz"

We're gonna have an early night tonight as last night was ridiculously big and has taken its toll on us