Five star

The dumball is over. All that's left now is the big arse party tonight. At this exact moment I'm sitting on the beach looking out at the black sea. I am the only person on the beach and it's baking. We got to the hotel late, the coach driver got lost, we've been lost for the better part of last week so couldn't complain to much.

Before the coach we had to scrap the car. It was very sad. Before we scrapped the car we had to find the scrap yard. It was a bit bumper cars on the way to the scrapyard. Given that forty people knew that their cars only had to last another five miles there were a fair view shunts and side swipes. We didn't fair to badly but nearly got taken out by a lada. A sad way to go. It was emotionally giving the car up. The car had been our home for many hours. It was made easier when another team let off a fire extinguisher in our back seat.