Its Saturday, mid arvo, more of the same weateher. 31 and sunny, light breeze. We have our beersq and our malibu and our rum. There are rib eyes cookin on the griddle. We are seated metres from the beach and poring a rough USA red to accompany our bbq feast.. then it will be a swim in the Pacific, or maybe a lazy float in the pool. Or maybe both. It will then be a stroll into town where we are to hopefully catch legendary 70s muso, Mick Fleetwood, playing with his local band at his own restaurant that bears his name. The equally legendary Crosby And Nash are playing a benefit with friend Jackson Browne, but I believe we miss that opportunity by only hours, darn it.

Last night was a lazy swafood sinner at a more appropiate time of 8pm. We arw now collapsing into bed befoee midnight since we arrived at Hawaii. I am up at my regular 6 to 7 am, to brilliant sunshine and bikini girls. N has come good and is back to his comp3titive best. The others still have a severe cough, and while the fluid intake has been maintained we are now to attempt the 94 per cent local rum. There is too much to say and so little time to say it. Photos have been a bit problematic but there will be more to come as we start to commence the countdown to our imminent return to homebase. But not for a while....