DAY FOUR:  Anegada. The housemates felt intrepid today.  After a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon (and nooooooooo bread), they embarked on an off-road mission on bikes designed for the Putney Bridge to Victoria commute (i.e. no actual cycling).  At midday.  Mad dogs and Englishmen have NOTHING on the housemates.  The journey was slow and extremely hazardous.  The quick sand was everywhere and there were a lot of lions.   Having survived the cycle (just), they arrived at Cow Wreck Bay at about 13:00, had a few Corona, and sat in the sea for a while.   After the third Corona, Emma’s face faded from Baboon-ass-red to blotchy puce.   Tom discovered a talent for the bar’s game, which involves swinging a brass ring suspended from the ceiling by a length of string onto a hook a few feet away  – clearly something only achievable by those with a serious amount of time on their hands.  Kit was jealous of the men in the bar, all of whom had luxuriant moustaches.  He may now grow one.  Watch this space.  At about 16:00 they had a caipirinha for the journey home.  Once they had arrived at “home” (Neptune’s Treasure bar, near where Pelekan is swinging dangerously close to some rather beautiful looking coral), they had a fourth beer (this time Carib) and discussed politics with some Americans.  They ordered tuna for supper (too much Anegada lobster).