Not being woken by the helicopters was bliss. So much so that I stayed in bed far too long! Went for a cuppa tea with Waldo while Neale was studying. After lunch and watching bits of the Olympics, we were going to go fishing; but the tide times didn't agree. Instead we waited until about 15:30 before setting off down to the marina.

A few hours of casting and catching the tree, a boat and a competition to hit the floating sign, Stephan left. Soon after, we had a good meal in Spur's.

Then we got back to base and said goodbye for the evening. Up until now I've been poncing about on the computer checking and sending emails and also updating my logbook. Glad to say that Steve and Paul got back to the UK without trouble.