..are starting to run thin. The novelty of the travelling sisterhood is rubbing away like a bad chafe. Fuck, these women are loud. Besides the constant yakking, screaming and general screeching...(which is when I look to the hills/sea/beautiful scenery and focus on the laqndscape around me), my cousin and I spend an inordinate time waiting for them to get ready.
It takes about three hours.
Anyway, whatever, I've eaten a barrel of crushed lentils, three tonnes of rice, rougail strew, and just Way. Too. Much. Food.
Anyway, besides that - it would seem the walls of our hotel rooms are paperthin.
The day before yesterday, our neighbours graced us with a lovely rendition of Too Much Rum, Therefore I Shalt Puke At A Loud Frequency. Hearing people chunder isn't wonderful. Last night was extra special. For the chunderinjg neighbours embarked on a bit of Passionate Fucking, leaving no room for any imagination. We blocked our ears, but yet, and bless for them I guess, the happy honeymooners didn't cease to scream like banshees.
I wonder what's in store tonight.
Right. Am off to eat some more and tan up a storm in my pukka gold bikini. I found one brighter than tinfoil in the main town (Victoria.) It's like wearing a space suit in the ocean.
Then I'll probably eat more, drink a few Sey Brews and pass out. In time for a boat trip to Praslin tomorrow.
May the sisters stop screeching. Honestly, I hate to go on and on about thius, but fuck, they never stop.
Thank God we're on holiday.