More snorkelling along volcanoes.

The inner wuss is out in force after the moped experience. I make Ul turn back in panic as we round a corner and the cliff disappears into the deep dark beneath us. And again, on a second attempt, I insist on flailing after the ever drifting boat after the sight of a grey shape watching us on the edge of our vision: we'd been promised sharks.

Other than that best snorkelling ever: bright coloured coral, gangs of busy fish, beautifully sunny and bright.

The bungalows from the boat. . . it is beautiful.