Got up pretty late and still felt knackered. By the time we were up, washed, and breakfasted it was 12.30.

We walked up the street to the girls' apartment so that they could drive us to the railway station to store our rucksacks. The four of us then went straight to the waterfront and found a pub. We talked, and consumed four pints of Bosun's Bitter.

At 5.00 we decided it was time to get a taxi back into town in order to catch our 5.30 bus. The girls were fairly drunk, it seemed, because, as we were getting up to leave, they began singing some song about happy travels at the top of their voices.

The journey was OK apart from the stroppy bitch hostess who gave us a dressing down for talking during her Afrikaans announcements.