Well. That 'one drink' was a terrible, terrible plan.

A loud knock on the door wakes me. It's Pete, our diving instructor. He tells us that we're late for our lesson. s***. We quickly change and gather our things before, still drunkenly, heading to the pool.

We listened to Pete describe the scuba equipment, and I soon felt that familiar queezy feeling. I ran for the toilet just in time to chunder. I hoped that Will, the other couple, and most of all Pete wouldn't notice. I think they did.

However, I was now feeling better and we soon had our first diving lesson in the pool. We learnt skills like flooding our mask and then releasing the water, ascending and descending, regulator release and retrieval, buoyancy and much....much more. The night out and 4 hours sleep was taking it's toll, and I was paying the price!

The afternoon consisted of more videos, and a final exam. Scary! However, I received a perfect 100% grade. Wahey!

Feeling sorry for ourselves, we headed for dinner and then back to the hotel to rest. It was here that we discovered and discussed exactly what happened last night.....

After I beat Will at pool (yes, that's right, I WON!) we had left for lotus beach bar and club. Not before a passing Spaniard overheard Will jokingly call me a slut and began verbally assaulting him for abusing a woman. Awks.

At lotus, I remember dancing on a table, I remember vodka, and stupidly stumbling home alone. I attempted the drunk call James, forgetting he was working, and then went to bed. The room was violently swimming and spinning, and I knew I wouldn't sleep like this.

Time for a T.C.

For my older and blissfully unaware readers, this is a tactical chunder, involving jamming your fingers down your throat until sick. We've all been there.

Feeling fresher (ish) I had gone to sleep. Usually, I am a light sleeper. But not last night, apparently. According to Will, who had stumbled back after me, realised I had (accidentally!) locked him out (again!!). After violently beating the door down and screaming my name, he realised I was out cold. Apparently he didn't assume I was dead, which was likely, so cheers for checking for a pulse mate!

With a (very very rare) stroke of genius, Will managed to take out the glass slats from the window and crawl inside. Brilliant or mad?

Anyway, it seemed a crazy night, and I feared my drink had been spiked after my ridiculous actions, log like sleeping, and sickness. In Thailand? Who knows.