To their credit, the drunk twenty-somethings quieted down a little after 10:00pm, perfectly reasonable. So I didn’t have to give my speech to the bride. But they started up again tonight, worse than the night before, with MUCH YELLING, PIG-CALLING AND THROWING OF BOTTLES. A call to the resort manager, a loud “SHUT THE HELL UP” and three loud smashes of the elbow to the adjoining wall seem to have had some effect. Things are quiet again. Let’s hope it lasts.

All of this capped a wonderful day spent snorkeling at The Caves on Norman Island and The Indians, three rock pinnacles jutting out of the sea. Simply the best snorkeling we’ve ever done, with rock walls of coral, sea fans, scads of fish – literally thousands at one point all jammed together in thick swarming layers. As lethargic as we have been this entire trip, I’m sure glad we managed to haul ourselves out of our torpidity the last two days – they’ve been real winners.