Chris woke us up bright and early to go fishing. (Gove: IS THIS FOR FISHING?) Breakfast of champions. Steve and Chris representing for the "beefcake" side of the Battjer clan.
I did however manage a teeny tiny bit of ego recovery when I managed to hold my own in BEACH WASHERS, the poor man's version of horseshoes that we played every night at sunset...
...to find that we'd locked ourselves out. Chris quickly demonstrated that if you're fit enough to surf that waves, you're also fit enough to easily break into the condo!
