With high winds lasts night the hotel suffered a temporary blackout except for our bathroom light. A quick look over our balcony revealed other bemused holidaymakers peering over their balconies to see everyone in the same boat. Bathroom lights only. The power cut, although lasting a mere 5 minutes also knocked out the Internet.

When the power was restored and the lights flickered on, all seemed back to normal except the Internet was still out. A trip to reception informed us of the wifi failure for our block but we were welcome to sit in the lobby. So Ieuan settled in the comfy seats in the lobby to use Skype whilst Liam and I opted for a beer in the Ambassador lounge.

Ieuan didn’t last long due to some other guests playing the baby grand piano badly, aggravating his man flu headache. Liam then chanced his luck in the lobby use the wifi on his phone and I met him on the way back. Ieuan was right, the piano playing was awful due mainly to alcohol. So Liam and I did the only decent thing and escorted the three ladies to a local bar. Things went down hill from then on. One of the girls took a shine to Liam and began buying him shots. Three went down in quick succession and I decided it was time to move on as they were becoming far too friendly whilst under my parental gaze.

The next bar saw a couple more drinks at which point Liam’s newly found acquaintance passed out on the bar. I helped her sister carry her back to the hotel at which point Liam began to suffer from the shots. We said good night and retired to our room where Liam could spin in piece in the comfort of his own bed.

Brits abroad. You’ve gotta love ‘um.