Finally a quiet day and the real true Father's Day. We relaxed by the pool, communicated extensively with the outside world and for old times sake waited an inordinately long time for lunch. We made plans for our onward journey and constructed sandwiches for tomorrow's marathon bus journey on the balcony watching the sun go down and sharing our last beer.

Supper was an interesting affair with 2 members of staff per diner and although speed was not their forte the noodles were very pleasant. We took on the mammoth task of packing properly for the first time since picking up PR3 and prepared for our ungodly 315 alarm call.