Ok, seriously, never drinking again!

Last night killed me. I woke up to find Will's bed still empty, and 3 messages from him asking me to let him in. It seems in my drunken state, I had bolted the door shut. Whoops.

We sluggishly trekked down to the pool, sunglasses firmly over our fragile eyes, and flopped into the swimming pool. Various others appeared from the blurry fragments of last nights memory, and reminded me of my behaviour. Apparently, when one guy tried it on with me and the Aussie helped me out, I threw a bottle of water over him. I then proceeded to throw the actual plastic bottle at him and cry "leave Mickey Mouse alone!" He soon realised I was ting tong (catching on now...) and left, probably feeling more refreshed from the water than insulted.

It's common knowledge to me and my amigos that once I have consumed a few beveraginis, I tend to alter my ethnicity. Basically, I go 'a bit black'. Rapping my arse off and under the illusion that I can twerk, apparently it was quite the performance. I was also apparently quite scary and aggressive. Ah.

In order to beat the hangovers, we downed a few tequilas and bacardis, chilled in the pool, and discussed the possible antics to come tonight. The day soon fell into night, and we began pre drinking with the Aussies, as well as 3 Aussie girls from our bus. Vodka vodka vodka, and off we went to the full moon!

UV paint stalls littered the streets, and we bartered our designs with the 'artists'. We then grabbed more buckets and then.....Erm.......yeah.

I remember more buckets, dancing, swimming in the sea, drinking, buckets, more dancing and..... That's about it. About 20,000 on a beach covered in UV paint glowing beneath a bright full moon. Words can't describe!

We headed back to the hotel, and bought a bottle of grey goose and headed for the pool! We swam, drank, star gazed and watched the moon glow over the ocean. A perfect night with amazing people. Can't beat it.