This past weekend was a long one thanks to a public holiday.
By some twist of fate, the ragtag group of misfits that is us, ended up on an island.
Four bottles of moonshine, one crazy tag-along mother, one bigot Kuwaiti woman with red hair, one near cat-fight, some mouthwash flavoured alcohol, one dislocated shoulder, one case of temporary amnesia, two near-drownings, one 'interesting' game of soap football, one runaway buggy, one fall from a horse, nineteen beautiful blankets, one case of missing underwear, two boat rides and one sun-burnt nose later, here we are. Still alive. All of us.
Will wonders never cease?