The red island and the nutter portugese/indian

We woke up early for the 8 am boat trip, we just made it in time but the top sundeck was rammed, turns out the boat was full of germans, if we had found early we would of left our towels there the day before.

We left pula and where whisked up the coast to porec, the guide on the boat led us around the island but he forgot there was english with him and just spoke german to everyone. We werent bothered about the tour now as we didnt understand a word, we just had to stay with him as we didnt know where the boat was. 3 girls came upto us who we recognised from the boat, they were english and again pissed off that the guide couldnt speak english. We chatted for a bit and one of them went for an ice cream, she loved her ice cream she must of had about 4 of them that day. The other girl had just come back from nepal and the other girl was the most talkative, she was a portugese/ indian girl who had lived everywhere. We eventually got back to the boat and it was time for lunch we sat at the front of the boat and copey and i tucked into our steak, the girls had gone for fish but they came out with full heads and tails, yuck. Copey got roped into swapping some meat with the portugese/indian girl, as we were sailing passed an island there was a bloke with his chopper out waving to everyone, we had hit the nudist beaches, after that excitment and a short stop at a pirate cove, everyone fell asleep, i was the only one awake so drank my beer while sitting on the side of the boat like the guy from duran duran in the rio song.

We landed on an island called the red island and we had time to explore there wasnt much on here just a hotel and a memorial for the islands family. We got back on the boat and watched the ivory coast match all the way home. When we got off we decided to grab lunch, one off the girls had to print her boarding pass as ryanair charged her £40 to do it and she wasnt prepared to pay for it again. After tea we went to a local bar where the indian girl was talking about her work as a social worker in london for the local druggies, turns out all of them were social workers working for the same company. One of them hated the other and everything the indian girl said she had a countering argument, she seemed to take a shine to copey and she even got his email address ,she was pretty drunk so was talking s*** at this point, she wanted copey to go back to the hostel pool with her and that he must go to london and hit the streets with the local druggies and prostitues. We declined the offer and went back to our hostel thinking god, what a nutter she was. When we got back to our room our room mate was there, she was about 40 and she asked about our day, we mentioned the nudist beach and she said that she was bathing naked today. Shocking!