Day 37: Tannnnnnnnnn.

Voila. Actually done something today, sort of... I was awoken at the shocking hour of nine thirty to get up and ready to do the one and a half hour drive down to a beach which we had apparently been to before. However, due to lack of remembering what the beach was actually called, we drove around for an extra half hour looking for it, until we finally gave in in defeat and decided that we would just go to this beach that we'd found right next to a holiday complex. Despite this, it was surprisingly not empty and the weather was lovely.

So, acting on this, I slapped on some suncream, set my towl on the sand and absorbed some pure UV emitted off the sun. I was so completely tired that I lay therefore the best part of three or so hours. That was before I noticed that I had started to burn slightly. On went the sun cream again and resumed sun bathing.

Following this, the beach had started to become increasingly busy and more and more people had decided to settle there, presumably from the large complex that was situated near it. Rather rudely, a group of middle aged over tanned, slightly over weight french people decided to sit right behind us, despite the abundance of space a little way further up the beach. Consequently, because of this my dad decided that this was highly innapropriate and couldn't bare to participate in the contest of being an equally rude english tourist, he packed us all into the car off back home.

Much to my disappointment, the sun had gone in when we got back, so all sun bathing by the pool was out ruled. I had to make do with a beer and a night of watching a DVD with my dearly beloveds... The DVD was actually pretty good, it was callled "Crash" and at first I though it was the JG Ballard film adaption of the book but it turned out that it wasn't. It was probably best that it wasn't seeing as I had to watch it with my parents. Anyway, it was still a really good movie and proved how you really don't know who you are at all.