Day 4 - Beach

A well deserved lie in today and our first day off the bikes. We strolled to a cafe for breakfast and all ordered by pointing at pictures, one day the menus aren't going to have pictures of what we want and we're going to be in real trouble. Steve's order somehow got lost still but he eventually got some toast, however his butter that he ordered by saying 'butter' and pointing at Tim's butter was actually jam when it arrived. Good enough. 

Our meal was interrupted by some workmen who wanted to remove the outside roof while we were sat under it, it's okay though as one said to the other 'watch out inglis' and then proceeded to batter the bars holding the thing up with a hammer and still. Time to move on.

We went to the beach armed with a Frisbee and a bouncy ball. Mark's first throw of the Frisbee caught the wind and hit a woman sunbathing who tried to throw it back but it went in the opposite direction and hit another sunbather. Our domination of the beach had begun.

The bouncy ball was good fun, bouncing it off the waves at each other. It turns out that Mark's throws are about as accurate as Saddam Hussain's Scud missiles. A quick pitstop back at the hotel to get changed and we were back out to shop for some flip flops and go for a walk.

Just like every other time, we'd decided to shop when everywhere was closed for siestas so that didn't go so well so off we went to see the famous monument. The streets here are very narrow and all look the same but we found it quite easily, it's basically a tower built on a hill by the sea. Climbing to the top gave some stunning views which we celebrated by eating ice cream.

On the way back to town a girl approached us and offered us some free beer as part of a promotion of a new brand. After stopping to think about this for 0.2 nano seconds we succumbed to the offer and necked some. It tasted pretty good until we realised that it was alco free, and then we all agreed that it tasted rubbish and we'd never speak of it again.

We stopped for a snack in Burger King, we were only going to have a light bite but Steve had the XXL Burger which is a double burger with extra bacon and cheese that resembled a sandwich that Scooby Doo would be proud of.

We moved on to the Marina and had a couple of beers while people watching. We've discover that there is no one aged between 25 and 50 here, they must be forced to leave until they're old enough to return.

Tim went back to the room for a kip while Mark and Steve went shopping. We soon found a flip flop shop but Mark was dismayed that it took Steve longer to choose a pair of flip flops than it did for him to choose a car! At least the flip flop saga is over now and Steve's stress levels can return to normal.

When we got back to the room Tim also had some good news, he'd finished the Candy Crush level that he'd been stuck on for weeks, the mood in the camp was good. Mark however had burnt his neck, so much so that when he walks past Japanese people they get flashbacks to Hiroshima.

We didn't go out until about 9:00 and decided that we'd have a Vodbull for a livener. Half a bottle of Absolute vodka later and we were definitely livened! Some strong beers and vodka cokes later and it was time for a kebab.

We'd passed a kebab place a little while back but with these similar looking streets and our vodka fuelled state we spent about 30mins retracing our steps before we found another one instead. It was a strange kebab shop, when we walked in there were three old fellas drinking red wine at the counter and there was a good selection of spirits to hand too. Tim has taken notes for King Kebabs surgestion box when he gets home. The kebab was pretty good, and surprisingly our first of the trip.