Wave Games

It's our plan to go back to the beach today, and knowing the distance from yesterday's walk, we decide to hire bicycles. Biking makes a great deal of sense, because we also have to go into town first for my final suit fitting and town is in the opposite direction to the beach. Without bikes it would take a lot of walking and time. We get to Yaly tailors for 10AM and the amendments make the suit look perfect. I also get to try it with the shoes and I decide the ensemble is worthy of being worn on my first day of work, two months from now. I ask for it to be sent home, pay, and then we go for a riverside breakfast.

Cycling to the beach from town was about 4km. It was much easier than walking and it didn't seem to take long. When we got there, Rachelle crashed into the back of my bike and fell off. She was okay. We locked the bikes up and found a spot on the beach. We sunbathed, I read some of The Beach aloud and we played games in the waves.

Wave Games

1) Dramatically jump over a wave, almost as if you're high jumping over it, or as if touching it at all would be lethal.

2) Pretend you're a duck swimming over the wave. You must do this before the wave starts to crash, i.e. before any white appears on the wave.

3) Sit down and let the wave hit you in the face.

4) Grab your partner's ankles and drag them into a wave so that they can't avoid going under the it. Be sure not to actually drown them.

We shared a fried vegetable rice at a nearby restaurant and spent more time on the beach after. The sun wasn't nearly as strong as yesterday so my attempts to make my front the same colour as my back failed. We made it back to the hotel for free cocktails hour.

Free cocktails hour was a waste of time. It was the same as yesterday, except the jug of banana-rum didn't have any ice in it, making it warm, which turned an average tasting drink into a disgusting one. I managed to get one down me before we left, Rachelle decided not to. We biked into town for some food and to celebrate the eve of Rachelle's birthday. At the Mermaid Restaurant we ate Vietnamese foods and then headed over the bridge to the other side of the river for a chicken sandwich, fries and tasty cocktails. What better way could there be to celebrate Rachelle's birthday eve than with two meals... Hmm, maybe three meals?

Back at the hotel we watched movies and drank a beer from the mini-bar. Rachelle fell asleep a little bit before midnight, but I woke her up again to say 'happy birthday'. I wasn't sure if I should wake her or not. I did though.