Met at 8am for the bus ride to the beach to get on the boat, a nice rickety boat that swayed nicely whenever someone leant over to take a picture. We stopped off at one island to do snorkelling, but I didn't go in as usual! I'm not sure how great the visibility was around there, but even when I tried on Anjali's mask it wouldn't fit over my head, so I don't think I was destined to snorkel anyway!

Arrived at the beach to find a military exercise taking place, and learnt that the only toilet was broken, which of course sets you into an immediate panic even if you don't need to go! This may have accounted for a lack of fluids being intaken, although one of the Aussie girls did suggest just using the sea! I didn't take up this offer, but was very wary whenever I took a mouthful of the water...

We played in the sea for a few hours after lunch, which had been made by our tour guide for the day, and proceeded to get burnt for the second time this trip all over my shoulders, face, and back. Apparently my suncream isn't waterproof! Another boat turned up further down the island and knocked us out of our tranquil states, as it was some sort of party boat. Drunken louts! I learnt I'm rubbish at ball sports and frisby whilst playing in the water, and yearned for the relative simplicity of just sitting in a boat and rowing! I may regret that comment when I'm back home though!

On the way back we stopped off to do some fishing, a la plastic bottles and fishing wire. Most of the blokes were successful, but unfortunately I was dire. I didn't get a thing - some stripey fish ate my squid, but they were clever enough to stay away from the hook. I lacked the patience to continue and passed it over to Anjali.

We arrived back in Sihanoukville at 5pm, with my bottom half ending up in the water as I failed to gracefully exit the boat! In order to dry off I walked back to the hotel rather than get a tuk tuk with a few of the others, not that it actually dried me off though.

Dropped off some laundry, at a stonking 75c per kilo, and looked around some shops, but as it was so close to the backpackers it was a little too expensive for us hagglers.

As it was Dave's birthday, which we'd all managed to avoid letting on we knew, we all went out to dinner at the beach. Dave failed to notice the balloons on the back of his chair or surrounding the table, and happily continued in his ignorance. Anjali and I shared a so-called bucket of Mai Tai cocktail for $12, but should have gone for the $2 bucket of whiskey and sprite that seemed to go down just as well. A couple of the Aussie lads decided it was time to take the Mick out of the Poms again, and tried to do their best English accents, but of course this could all be down to jealousy over the Ashes, which I'm pretty sure we're winning...

After the cocktail, I stupidly had a beer then shared another cocktail with Anjali, this time it was a rather large pitcher. Once Dave realised we all knew about his birthday, helped by the singing of Happy Birthday and the huge Happy Birthday cake, we lit our sparklers and watched some ad hoc fireworks on the beach that Teah had bought off a little boy, I then helped him with his vodka and Red Bull bucket. Again, not the best idea as the combinations knocked me for six and sent me looking for an awakening bottle of water.

After some dancing and shouting 'you've got to dance, he's English' whenever Dizzee Rascal came on, a bloke with an AK47 turned up and, followed by the police, led to us leaving as he protected his prostitutes working down the pier. Off we walked to Utopia, yet another prostitute hangout, where I had one beer and headed home after realising I'd lost one of my earrings - I'd only bought them in Singapore!

Anjali and I walked home with Tom and Bogdan, and fell asleep in my clothes as the many drinks came back to haunt me. Why oh why do I drink?