We've become friends with the Aussie couple in the next hut, Steve and Sue, and met up to cycle to the northern tip of Don Deth to catch the sunset.
A corker it was too, turning the river a bright blood red in its reflection, and after a hard day in the saddle the cold beers we sank while watching tasted especially sweet.
The real fun, however, began on the journey back.
It was only about a 3 mile ride, which ordinarily would've been a breeze. What we didn't account for though, was how dark things can get on an island with no electricity. Progress was slow. Very slow (no roads remember), and came to a complete stop when someone suggested a pit-stop for a beer and rice wine fuel injection.
Moments later we had our first casualty, and inevitably it was Steve who came a cropper. No indication, no inhibition and - crucially - no illumination, ensuring he enjoyed a mouthful of Don Deth dust as hurtled over the handlebars.
Nothing damaged apart from a bit of Aussie pride though, so we limped back across the bridge to celebrate a successful mission with another drink.
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