We were all in high spirits when we pitched our tent in an area shaded by trees. The sea breeze was cool and refreshing. In the evening we went for a swim in the sea after which we cooked ourselves a meal. Strange how ordinary rice always tasted better when cooked in camp; maybe because it was half-cooked. We wolved down our meal, washed up and then started a bonfire. All that evening we sat by the bonfire and sang songs. It was well past midnight when we finally decided to turn in, tired but happy.