We wake up to monsoonal conditions and rain. The cruise had to be postponed so we have a free day. The cancellation of the cruise has actually helped some of the guys (parents and players) who are waking up in dribs and drabs. Breakfast was a hit with boiled or scrambled eggs followed by pancakes. Three wrapped and filled with maple syrup was the record for one mouthful.

By mid-morning the rain has stopped and the sky was brightening. Batman – Dark Knight was on show in the bar area and filled in time for those not wishing anything too energetic. Some of the guys start up a game of touch footie – Fijian grass is slippy when wet. Others walk out to the reef platform, a 300m walk across coral which is painful if you decide to go with no shoes. The walk is across elements of coral and white sand before the reef platform is reached.
Lunch has a curiously familiar look like last nights chicken stir fry only with beef. It tastes good and keeps the hounds at bay. The pool has taken on water and so has the pool table making shots to the eastern pockets, where the water is deeper, tougher shots. The weather came back, full on in the afternoon and the free afternoon turned out really nice. Some of the guys collected coconuts.



The guys wander down to the beach and go snorkelling out near the reef. It looks a bit like a desert with not a lot of wild life except for massive sea slugs, blue starfish and clams. The occasional fish appear, nemo-like, but in general our people have scared off anything larger than 3cm long. Further along beach there is an old man, quietly throwing a gill net to catch his lunch. He pulled in four mullet and then disappeared back into the bush.



Dinner was served and was stir fry, for a change, followed by ice cream.



The evening entertainment started with buying a crab ($1). Each crab had a number in its back and was given the name of a country. Some home sick husbands named them after their loved ones. We were not told where the crabs came from but Mark did have on clean undies. They were stored in a box to ensure they did not escape (the crabs that is, not his undies).







These were then tipped out into the middle of a large circle with the winner making it across the line. Brad Schofield won race one with a crab from Somalia and the Finnish crab finished first in the second race – sponsored by Mark Ronald Landscapes.



Once the guys had gone off to bed Moz pulled out the Bundy to make sure it had not gone off in the heat. Much talk and a few FBs later the parents went to bed and calm descended across the resort.