Kat, Sanny and drunken beach capers

Our first morning on the beach was beautiful, I was up early and laid in the hammock reading my book to the sound of the gentle waves feeling pretty content. It was a little overcast… Not a problem at all but at midday when Georgie was up and spinning her poi the sun broke out for a few hours and like a shot I was down to my knickers and oiled up, its really quiet in the day time up our end of the beach the only real noise is the occasional tapping of hammers up in the hills where they are renovating the mountain bar and the odd long-tail boat coming around the headland so we had our Ipod and speakers down on the beach with us and it was like we had our very own slice of beach. We popped into town for some lunch but came straight back again afterwards, the sun went down, the bars lit up and the beach suddenly came to life, as it does every single night. Just outside our little hut there are palm trees and hanging from one is a long strip light which lights up our little stretch of beach perfectly and means Georgie can poi all night if she wants… She was doing just that when I noticed a familiar figure walking up the beach towards us, it was Kat, she had had a bit of trouble and got stuck on the island longer than planned and after a little back and forwards messaging on the old facebook managed to find us… She said she had been looking for a while but it was Georgie expertly swooping her poi under the strip light that gave it away. We sat and chatted for a while and it was mega to see her again, the sound systems down the beach had long started and I suggested that we pop out for a beer… As is often the case here it rarely ends at that and a few drinks later and several amazing fire shows we got our first bucket… The beach was pretty quiet because most people had gone to the infamous Coral beach bungalows pool party: Not for us! The last time we went we didn’t like it enough to ever want to go again so we had one of the beach bars to ourselves for a while. Soon enough more people arrived and more buckets were drunk and the music got louder. Our good friend and alcohol supplier Sanny of ” Sanny’s fuck bucket” fame saw us walk past and with some powerfully passionate grunts and screams mimed that she remembers us… This of course led to another bucket of fun, much hugging and a free flower necklace and ring each. It was really good to see her again and hard to believe that all this time and how many people pass through she remembers our firm patronage and die hard love of her and her fine fuck buckets. We ended the night Mr K’s restaurant… Of course and I got my first taste of a schnitzel something which is everywhere on the island but I never got around to trying, needless to say I was drunk enough that an old boot would have tasted good but I must say it was truly awesome. A taste sensation! Georgie had been inspired by the fire poi and we said good night to Kat and the second we got back to our hut she broke them out while I crashed out, as I was dropping off I heard a few slaps and thuds of poi and head colliding and by the time Georgie got into bed I was out like a light…