Red Flag

As massive hangover leads to half-hearted blip.

We spent yesterday afternoon celebrating Lucy's birthday with some friends we've made around our cabana, drinking lots of way-too-strong caipirinhas.

A Brazilian guy and his Chilean girlfriend come by every day selling them, to help fund their own travelling adventures.
They never get any further than where we are though, mainly due to the English guy who always buys about ten. And so yesterday we talked and drank even more than usual, resulting in Lucy being more drunk than I've seen her in quite some time.