A shed for Lynsey and a shed for Maddy and I...Now to call them sheds, would be an insult to all sheds of the world. These poky, insect infested, spider housing, stinking shit holes, were a disgrace. As you know we were all pretty fucked. Maddy couldn't be arsed to even discuss refunds or spiders any further and silently if not moodily retired for the night. Lynsey had just crossed paths with an enormous spider which she thought i could deal with for her. However she underestimated my fear of big spiders and as the dude had only managed to brush it out of sight saying "It OK miss, it friendly". "Friendly my arse" Lynsey replies and quickly decides i will be joining her, just in case it returns. So, after we padlock Maddy into her hut (although its made of palm tree and bamboo, one good shove and its a gonna) we proceed to the lovely and expensive looking beach front resort, we longingly passed on our way to this hell hole. There, Lynsey and I drank and chain smoked our way to 4am, until we decided we couldn't put it off any longer and we would have to sleep at some point.