Woke up in sunny Last Rochelle and had our normal cake breakfast. Mark has turned French and just had a French stick. Afterwards we roamed around the town checking out the shops and markets while avoiding the dogshit that lines the streets.
We stopped for lunch and Steve and Tim had salads (although Tim said that he would deny this later), while Mark had chocolate crepes. We climbed up the fort and one guide told us that it was built to keep the British out...  Well in that case it was rubbish as we'd walked straight in!
Later we had a game of mini golf where Steve got quite competitive and had a PGA official on the phone every time Tim played a shot to ensure he wasn't cheating. At one point he was seen counting the dimples on the balls to ensure that they complied. Mark could only hit the ball as hard as possible which isn't the best on most holes. Steve was later seen ordering his winners trophy on ebay.
Following the La Rochelle open we headed to the beach and sat around until the rain turned up. On the way back to the hotel Mark found a sweet stall that sold extra large giant cables and brought enough for the guy to pack up his stall and head home.
As we wandered around the town we noticed a guy dressed like a Ghostbuster who's sole job is to ride around on a scooter cleaning up dogshut, boy that guy has his work cut out.
We went out quite early and grabbed some cocktails
Later at the restaurant Tim got up to look at a picture of some food and spilled his drink all over his ipad, he wasn't concerned though and carried on drooling as Steve and Mark tried to clean it up. If this wasn't enough, the next time he got up he knocked over his empty glass and smashed it.
Steve had taken out some superglue to fix his flip flops and later at the bar he got his phone out and realised that the glue had leaked all over it, so now it is permanently stuck to the side of his head.
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