From excessive amounts of consumed Belgian beer to nudie playing cards (both male and female) to frolicking in the waves and extreme theme park action, this trip had it all. The most common answer to a missing individual was "having a bat" or the alternative of "taking a shit". Tonnes of food was consumed and grocery shopping was an activity a grand total of 4 times, which also included wheeling the shopping back to our apartment in a trolley (a 15-20 minute trip) and then a subsequent trip to return the trolley, lest we be arrested for stealing private property. Fears were conquered on rides such as the giant drop, superman, lethal weapon, and tower of terror. Fears were also brought to the surface at wet and wild as we had to climb numerous flights of stairs just to slide straight back down to the bottom. I celebrated my 20th birthday with the boys and in return we had Woolworth's chocolate mud cake and I received the very thoughtful gift of oral sex coupons. Every theme park was complete with signs stating 'please do not feed the ibis', quite ironic when the ibis managed to feed themselves by flying up onto and walking over the tables provided. As a group we used 2+ bottles of sunscreen and still managed to burn our shoulders and backs despite reapplications (mainly rubbed in by me). Many songs were sung and many guitar notes strummed, much sand was brought onto the premises, leading to much shaking and brushing of the beds to remove said sand. A tacky novel found in a draw was read and hilarious lines such as "he plunged into her" was read out for the group to enjoy, also a cleo magazine was thoroughly interesting to a couple of the boys. A fire was witnessed and drunken passer by's dealt with, drinks were consumed at a bar called 'shooters' and many a dance move was witnessed on the dance floor. The sun was hot, the water salty and the company good. A holiday to remember.
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