We might not have had internet access today, but by god, we did have satellite TV. How fortunate to be able to watch the final day of the test match. Unfortunately I fell asleep and missed out on the penultimate over victory. Oh well…

After a lazy morning doing pretty much nothing at all we picked up some snorkelling gear and planned on swimming around the house reef. Well, that was the plan. Alas, we went at low tide and couldn’t find a way back through the reef that didn’t involve scrambling across coral (sharp!) and the further we swam, the less likely getting home looked. In the end we had to navigate our way through and put up with cuts and grazes. Not the most pleasant introduction to snorkelling. Before then it was pretty amazing; masses of vibrant fish and fortunately no sharks. The picture shows Chris doing a Steve Irwin and following a stingray, circled in red – at a safe distance of course! Chris later admitted that he spotted a meter long shark when he went swimming yesterday but was afraid to tell me in case I refused to go in the water altogether. Now why would he think that? Doesn’t he know I have enough to worry about with the tsunami possibility? Apparently they have constructed some sort of tsunami defence which appears to amount to nothing much more than a pile of caged rocks on one side of the island forming a barrier of sorts. Hmm…

Evenings involve going for cocktails at the bar, then heading to the restaurant for some culinary delight or other. The whole system is a bit of a rort – if you want a glass of water, they charge you for a whole bottle ($6) but I have discovered a secret (and free) stash of mini bottles at the gym (also free) which I plan to misappropriate for future dining incursions. We are still waiting for them to deliver our half drunken bottle of wine to our hut. I don’t see why we couldn’t have just taken it ourselves – but that’s the way it’s done around here apparently.