Well this time his mother managed to get him safely to the airport without breaking any bones, we are unable to confirm whether she managed to get home without injury as he hasn't seen fit to call home yet and find out, what a useless son.
After a 5 hour flight, enlivened by several screaming kids, they arrived (this is Dennis and he) in Sharm El'Sheikh on his birthday ready to hit the fleshpots. We'd like to report that they hit the town hard and certainly the after effects would suggest he did (more below) but sad to relate he could only manage 5 beers before having to call it a night. This no drinking malarkey has knocked the stuffing out of his already pretty poor drinking skills.
The first proper day in Sharm also coincided with the first day of his diving course. An 0800 start was not what he wanted as was clear when he slept straight through his alarm. The response when the dive school rang his room at 0815 asking where he was was a touch on the blue side.
Fortunately he has arranged to be taught by a very good friend of his (Janina - pronounced by him to rhyme with vagina (for comic effect) but more properly pronounced ye-nina) and so of course she was going to take it easy on his hangover. Well probably not in fact.
We can report that the first day of the PADI course with a hangover is not much fun. In fact it is as the title of this chapter suggests seriously unamusing. Through the unremitting headache, waves of nausea, narcolepsy (he basically slept through most of the lectures and fell asleep under water) and serious dehydration he basically endured the day.
He called it a night at 2300 still suffering from a raging hangover. Oh dear oh dear.
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