Disco

As if last night's excitement wasn't enough, tonight we went to a local village for their annual feast. It poured with rain, the ex-pats drank far too much and took over (no wonder the French hate the English), and it was all rounded off with an excellent disco - "We are the champions, we are the champions, boom cha bo bo boom cha, boom cha bo bo boom cha", flashing disco lights and dry ice. G and I managed to extricate ourselves from the conga line after only one round of the hall. Result! We left when they started with the sexy dancing and the men started using the womens toilet!

Despite my description it really was brilliant fun!!