All in one day.

So we finally had a sunny day, with no sign of cloud in sight. So Trish and I headed off on a sunset boat trip. It was a boat full of aussies, and we did everything conceivable in one afternoon. We checked out monkey island (apparently they bite). Went canoeing and snorkeling in this amazing area surrounded by limestone cliffs; all that much more fun as the guys running the boat tour kept throwing bread into the water where we were swimming to make the fish bite us.

And then we went for an adventure off to the beach where they filmed 'the beach'. When I say adventure, I mean adventure. The only way to get to the beach was through a cave and lagoon, at low tide we could walk through, but at high tide people have to swim through the cave. So we canoed out to the cave and attempted to scramble onto a rock whilst being bashed against them by the waves, and climbed our way up through the cave. We then proceeded to walk through a sandy path in the forrest out to the beach. It was stunning, gorgeous blue water, towering limestone cliffs and no one there but us.

On the way back to the boat (another adventure with the tide coming in and more submerged rocks than you could scrape a knee on), Trish and I were walking through the forrest with two other aussie girls. Suddenly we hear a noise. The bush is rustling and there is a low growling noise like I've never heard before. I thought to myself quickly, 'should I be scared? Hell yes, I decided, we were in the middle of nowhere and the terrain looks disturbingly like the set of Lost'. Someone in our party screamed, so I jumped on the bandwagon and screamed as well as we all ran off down the path hearts in our chests. From behind us comes peals of laughter, the rustling in the bush was one of the guys from the boat trying to scare us. Relieved, and a little humiliated, Trish and I spent the next two days killing ourselves laughing over it; she tells me I have a girly scream.