Poor poor Darren. What a sight. There he stood, naked only for his boxers, trainers, donning plastic bags on his hands and a t-shirt tied tightly round his head to cover his nostrils and mouth. He was going to face the terror that was the bathroom, after I had spent the night ridding myself of every morsel of food from every oraphace. Oh my, he was brave. After such a heroic act, he then dragged me out of bed to get some fresh air, in the hope the nasty illness would wear off. And it did the trick! Had a banterous game of frisbee on the beach and was feeling better in no time. We chilled and read our books until Chez, Georgie and some of their Vietnam gapper friends arrived in the afternoon. Did a little rock climbing with them and caught up on all the goss. Took them to the Banana Rock bar that night, where some took the choice to shack up in the dudes room and stone while we watched a dvd in the top floor of the treehouse. Pretty damn cool, watchin a pirate dvd in a tree house with the waves crashing all around you, while there's random stoneage going on.