As I wake this morning the feeling that everyone is gone kind of hits me, and I become a little sad that it’s all over, and spend most of the day feeling this way. Darren, Steven and Summer all departed by the time we awake, we definitely won’t see them, but we do manage to bump into Barry and Gaynor on our way back from breakfast and get another chance to say a goodbye to them. We never see Rafaele again either though. I’m sort of missing everyone already.

We return from breakfast and do exactly what we’ve stayed the extra day to do, be lazy and do not very much. Eventually we decide we’ll take a walk out to explore a little and set off towards what I thought was the royal residence.

Turns out I’d navigated us in the exact opposite direction of the royal residence so we ended up more towards familiar territory, but never quite managed to find the main area. Not to be put off we keep walking, and soon we are well and truly lost. As there are still tourist shops, tuk tuks and guest houses around we feel ok but after a while these all disappear as we walk along tracks where locals seem to live. We eventually resign ourselves to being properly lost, so double back to where we can find a tuk tuk and transport ourselves to the legendary pub street.

In pub street we settle into a small restaurant and sit down for lunch. The food is good as always and we enjoy sitting, slowly passing the time with a beer and some grub. School finishes as we are out so late and so children start to appear selling postcards and other junk, but we know what to do now, even though it’s still hard. These guys are basically begging, and buying from them encourages it, so guide books, guides and locals alike all tell you not to buy from them. We also see a rather random act appear and disappear as we sit to eat our lunch, a chap wheeling about a ring which he pops up on a stand. To the rim are fixed knives, the pointy bit of which points towards the inner of the ring. The man, a very svelt chap admittedly, then runs at the ring and dives through it onto a mat he has positioned the other side. He’s only there a few minutes, then he rolls up his mat, folds down his ring and wheels it off somewhere else. Bizarre, but interesting and quite impressive. I would have had a go myself but ie got this twinge…..

Exhausted from all that doing nothing we successfully navigate our own way back to the hotel and have yet another nap. When we wake we decide to go for a brief swim to refresh ourselves from the heat. The cold water certainly does that and after initially sitting and reading for a bit we have a wee swim, before retiring to the room and having a suprise bonus nap. I love napping now, it’s wicked. I want to try to introduce it to work, it does wonders.

When we awake from our umpteenth nap we head off out quite late to get some dinner. Taking no chances we get a tuk tuk to the centre and quickly find a restaurant that is happy to have us still. We both enjoy our last dinner of the holiday together and then head off to the market so I can buy my tuk tuk t-shirt.

Tragedy. Not the ABBA song but actual tragedy. They have run out of large size tuk tuk t-shirts. I’ve been to the market the two previous nights and had an opportunity to buy one on both, but left it until tonight so’s we’d have something to do. Damn and blast. The young girl tells me though that they have a website, this stall actually selling good quality merchandise with real branding and individual designs, so I take a card and fingers crossed I can get one online. It won’t be the same feeling though, and I’ll certainly be paying more than $5 for it. Bugger.

Rather miffed at my t-shirt experience, and neither of us really wanting to look around any more, sort of being “shopped out” we grab a tuk tuk back to the hotel for our final night’s kip of our holiday.