My ears feel OK now, but I went to the doctor to see if they were good enough to dive. He had a look, and said my eardrum still showed signs of trauma, and if I dived, I risked rupturing it. In fact, he said I was lucky I didn't rupture it in the first place. So I guess diving will have to wait until Thailand. Even if I can't dive I still want to get on a boat, so I booked a three-day cruise on a racing yatch. I will have to make do with snorkeling again. They briefed me on how stinger season has begun, and if I got stung I could die. Stingers are jellyfish, of which the most lethal animal in the world, the box jellyfish is one. If the tentacles of one of these bad boys touches you, it is so painful your heart will just stop. So I opted to pay the $10US to rent a stinger suit, which will cover me from head to toe.

That night I went in to one of the nightclubs and ordered a beer. They come in three sizes: a "pot" is a really small glass, a "schooner" is a bigger glass, and a "jug" is a pitcher. I don't know if they call bottles "stubbies" here, or if that is a South Australia thing. I don't know if it's the wrong season or what, but the town (street) is dead. Maybe it's the stingers. The clubs are all half empty. At the one I was at they were playing MTV Spring Break type games where they try to get the women to take their clothes off. It was all very half-hearted, and only the guys took off their clothes. So after I finished my schooner I went to check my email.