Saturday May 31st
Today was another beach day in Mancora. So it was again get up late, lie on the beach, walk around, and eat and drink. I guess I really should have looked at the brochure a bit more carefully before signing up for this leg of the tour.
Mind you due to the problems with the malaria tablets I still had no appetite and I did have to come home early from dinner again. However after a couple of hours rest I did suddenly feel better and so when everyone else came home from the pub at midnight, I was well enough to be persuaded by Jason to go out for a couple more.
So we went out from 12 to 2.30. We met quite a few English and Israelis. These and Americans tend to be the youngest travellers you meet, so I think I was the oldest out by a long way.
The best part of the night was a grreat cat fight betwen an English girl and an Irish girl. First a few drinks got chucked, then there was hair pulling and all that. It was good, but unfortunately it did result in the bar being closed for the night and us all having to leave. Also Jason did get splashed by the drinks. I really don't like saying this but the Irish girl looked like a right hard bitch. I wouldn't fancy fighting her.
The night ended with a singsong back in the hotel. Unfortunately the only person singing was Jason, and the rest of the crew, who were fast asleep, weren't too appreciative of it (and it was shouting not singing).
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