After the exciting chain ferry crossing, we eventually got into the city centre and started searching for a place to eat. We happened upon a rally finishing point along the way, rather oddly. We eventually wound up in a Chinese place, called the Yellow River (no smutty toilet jokes please). The food was very nice, and the restaurant itself was pretty good - great service.

After that we headed over to the J.D. Whetherspoon pub and had a couple of pints in there, with just about every other bugger in Bournemouth. Then we went across to another pub, the name of which escapes me, but it was the one that was much less crowded and had MTV playing on a large screen. By this time it was well after ten, so it was decided a club should be next. Firstly we tried K1, which was recommended to us, but turned out to be possibly the pantsest club in the world... ever. Too small, crowded and dull. So after that we went off to FYEO, which was a fair bit better. Stuart appeared to be happier there anyway. We finally left, utterly broke, and managed to get scrape some pennies together for taxis home, eventually passing out about 3am.

Sunday began with a full English at about 8.30pm, far too early for my liking. I think most of us were a bit worse for wear... We then had a walk along the beach of Swanage, skimming stones and trying to hit bottles with rocks. All I can say is: our aim is somewhat lacking. Lunch was provided by an excellent fish and chips takeaway, followed by a stroll to the top of the cliff, affording an excellent view of the entire bay.

And after that, we headed back to our cars, said our farewells and left for home. All in all, a good weekend's work!