Today saw the sister of Mrs T’s final full day and so we hired 2 double kayaks and a paddle board for 2 hours to explore the coast heading Northwards out from the town and away from the hubbub. Apple maps or maybe Google maps informs us that 1 out of the 3 beaches out of town is a Nudist beach, so we decided to head that way to set our minds at rest. No one was on beach 1, beach 2 was had a scattering of folk, all fully clothed and beach 3 was sparse, a couple of people arrived and sat up the beach and seemed to be spending a lot of time getting themselves sorted out. Then as clear as day, with my eyesight, I’m pretty sure we saw a couple bottoms, so tick Apple/Google, I think you got it right. When we arrived off beach 1 and found ourselves kind of stuck in the current a man in red shorts came down to the beach and within a couple of minutes had no red shorts, Beach 1 can also be confirmed as a nudist beach, or it was this morning from 11:30. And lets be honest Beach 1 is no Ostend, all you had to do was walk onto the beach and you’d literally trip over the fishing tackle if you know what I mean.

After just short of 3 miles paddle boarding, falling off and swapping into the kayak in turquoise waters we made for lunch, chicken and pork kebab squeezers, with chips, lemon juice and a token tomatoey Passata thing on a sheet of lettuce for Mr and Mrs T, lasagne for the daughter, pizza for the son and stodgy looking but by all accounts tasty risotto for Wife-sis. After lunch I had to get fags so agreed to meet the rest up at the flat, daughter came with me and we snuck in a cheeky half (its an expression, fear not to those of you who think I’ve gone soft) and my daughter had a Limoncello Spritzer, I know, sounds lush.

Back at the pool the inaugural “Dicking about in the Pool” championships were fully conceived, rules refined and parameters laid. An oval pool around 7m long by about 3.5m wide is required, a lilo, 2 swimming pool leaf nets and an extension pole to construct a net and of course an ill weighted over bouncy ball for badly concieved ball control. The goal is to prevent the opposing side from returning the ball via volley of the hands back over the net to us. The rallies literally go on for 3 or sometimes 4 shots, its exhilarating. First team to 21, serve in groups of 3 and play in pairs. It sounds simple but “Dicking about in the Pool. DAPIT (Dicking about Pool In the.. makes for a better acronym)” is a serious business and I can see a future for the game internationally, there’s even a chance for employment with the requirement of ball boys and ball girls to collect the ball when it leaves the Pool of Play or “POP” After each point is won the players must shout “DAPIT” that way anyone outside of the pool complex will hear and immediately understand along side the uncontrollable giggling which is a dead giveaway. Problem is theres no where comfortable to sit here and i’m not sitting on the floor with the potential of insect vermin climbing up my leg into my sarong to feast on the localised chaffing which inevitably comes from walking down and up this bloody massive hill to and fro our apartment. But you can’t have everything, there only so much excitement one can have in a day…