Rode again on our wonderfully wobbly but certainly cool bikes. This time we went all the way to Kos Town again stopping off to dip into the sea every so often.
It was incredibly hot around Kos Town and the beaches were too much for me. I spent the day under an umbrella whilst Katie updated her tan. I was happy reading my Times, the only broadsheet available, and filling myself with British pride. At this stage we were third in the Olympic medal table. Oh yes.
Biked around the Kos Town harbour and then back home along the main road. Exercise!
Before heading out of the evening we munched on olives, feta and gorgeous taverna humous from the night before.
Sunday night was party night hosted by our friendly Welsh rep Jacky. I decided this would be the night I would test the local oil to its full potential. Many beers, coctails and even a naughty absinthe followed.
Trying to wear off the alcohol through elaborate excercise in the form of solitary dancing and a midnight baked potato failed to normalise myself for the next day in which I was feeling rather sick 
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