Well they are now safely ensconced in tiny little beach huts on Koh Samui. Sadly that is about the only bit of safety one can report.
Two nights ago our intrepid lads found themselves in Reggae (the coolest club on the island) and before you could say "in the name of all that is good no" Gimli was up on the stage dancing like a lunatic or as Hoots put it "like a man constantly getting onto a way too fast travelator".
These exertions were only topped by some body boarding yesterday. If the dancing was poor then this was really very very poor.
Then last night he decided to try and drink a bucket (half a bottle of rum, a red bull and coke) in 10 minutes (having had 6 or 7 pints before). Silly silly boy. On the way home he lost his sandals and his phone.
Debacle.
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