Early January Days

Hi Mark & Adam here blogging on the balcony from Portugal.

Festival of sleep day (3rd Jan) was very well timed. After staying up until 6:45am on New Years' Day and catching an early flight on the third, a lie-in was always on the cards. Let's hope all these days are so approporiately placed.

Humiliation day (3rd Jan) was slightly awkward. Everything we do here gets stared at, particularly swimming in the sea (it's not THAT cold!). But we did make a minor spectacle by attempting to play Charades in the middle of Luz town centre through the frosty window of a bus stop: just a stone's throw away from the site of the Maddie fiasco. Oh, and then after a few 10p lagers, we played the rude version of 'Call my bluff' (no prizes for guessing what that was called, but you only have to change one letter). Unfortunately, when researching these obscure rude words, the wi-fi internet connection dropped out (can't complain, we were stealing it from a B&B across the valley) and so we just made up some of the filthiest rude words imaginable. Poor innocent Seonaid nearly cried when attempting to explain, in filthy detail, the definition of a 'Schumpofter', the scent of a 'Lesopher' and the unfortunate affliction of 'Lardimumpers'.

Trivia day (4th Jan) was a huge sucess. Everybody contributed 6 pieces of trivia, one for each standard Trivial Persuit topic. That's 60 questions. We had to come clean that the 'Call my *uff' words were fake when the definition of a 'Firker' made it into a Science & Nature round (it involves bored Australians and the nearest tame marsupial). Oh, and my knowledge of breeds of rabbit is significantly improved, thanks to Olivia. I can now name one.