Beth wakes me up at 7:30am to ask if I want to accompany her on a walk along the beach. I don't. It's 7:30am, I want a lie in. But since I'm up, I say yes, chuck on my cleanest clothes and we are out of the door by 7:45am. Most of the shops and bars that line the cliff edge have closed for the down season, and empty bars with stacked chairs neighbour hollow plots where rails used to hung under makeshift roofs. There's still a few sellers asking us to come view their stock and assure us good prices because they're having a closing down sale. We make our way down crumbling stairways to the beach and navigate between the dozen cricket games which are taking place already. Along the shore, ladies are washing clothes and washing themselves fully dressed, while men bath in their boxers and children play. Despite it being 8:00am, it's 36 degrees and we are both so hot and sweaty. We reach the end of the beach and start to walk back to the road. I'm a few feet ahead of Beth and suddenly I hear this retch sound coming from behind, closely followed by a choking sound. I turn around to see a hot, sweaty, Beth doubled over, bloodshot eyes, red faced and retching toward the floor. She's flailing her arms around, fanning her face, trying to make herself vomit, I ask what's going on? She can't answer. More retching and heaving. Suddenly she blurts out ‘I SWALLOWED A FLY’. I cannot stop laughing. I'm crouched over on the floor, laughing so hard that my stomach is hurting and tears are filling my eyes. WHY DON’T YOU HELP ME? I can't even stand up. Beth's face is getting redder and sweatier while she tries in vain to vomit up her tiny fly flavoured breakfast, but there's nothing else to bring up so she's just dry heaving. I ask what I can do to help. She barks GET ME SOME WATER!! I stagger toward a small shop and through my laughter I get a bottle of water and turn around to Beth doubled over, bent at the waist, hands pressing against her thighs, face slightly buried into a bush. I hand her the water, she drinks it and promptly brings the water back up. Watching this, I'm now doubled over laughing on the other side of the road thinking about all the flies I'd choke on when horse riding and how I once hadn't reacted like this. Locals walk by, initially concerned for Beth’s well being, but then confused to see me laughing. Water goes in and out twice more, in between Beth is yelling abuse at me for being useless, I'm laughing too much to even argue. Half a litre of water later, normal facial colour resumed, we continue our leisurely walk back to the hotel. When back at the hotel we shower, upload photos, do some travel planning and sunbath. For lunch we go back to the first bar from the day before, Café Del Mar. James walks by and joins, soon followed by JohnMiller and then Chandra. Another leisurely, beer filled afternoon and we head back to the hotel. Quick showers (and a little sunburn tending for me) we go for dinner, walking along the cliff edge to a beautiful sunset. The sky awash with yellows, oranges, purples and blues, reflecting onto the rippling sea, silhouetting the coconut trees. This sunset made up for the orange balls descending into grey smog that North India had to offer. A quick dinner and an early night.