Today we returned to the beach adjacent to the restaurant where we'd spent the previous evening. Arriving mid morning with the sun blazing, undeterred by the lack of sun loungers a long mornings roasting was underway. And thanks to a feeble national currency the teachers we able to set up a free bar with unlimited soft drinks and ice cream, indulged in by all. If all this couldn't cool us down, diving through white horses and and blissfully floating in the opal sea would. They say that all that glistens ain't gold, no, it certainly isn't; in fact it turned out today it's most likely to be a shade of scarlet, described by some who "just don't burn" as "brown". A quick comparison with Mrs. Foster's back soon sorted the incinerated from the merely singed. At lunch we feasted on table cloth sized wraps folded around spicey chicken, veg and mango sauce before an afternoon dip, excursions to a rickety souvenir shack and more UV ray exposure.
A quick beachside shower and change and we headed to the pitches for the afternoon's matches. Sitting in the cricket stands we watched our hockey pitch slowly emerge from the depths of the outfield thanks to 2 men, a rope and a can of white paint. The opposition soon appeared, all 7 of them. But then the boys turned up too, and there were 11. We soon realised that our tactics had to be altered if we were to hold our own against the boys. We fought hard against the opposition and after a tense first half ending with us taking the lead by 2-1, the opposition managed to claw back another goal, resulting in us finishing with a respectable draw.
- Lucy Beard
