When I got to the hostel I was pooped. I sat in front of the TV and started to drink the rest of my PBR. One of the guys who works at the hostel wondered if I wanted to go to this big fan thing later. Its one of those massive fans you lay on top of and it blows you up into the air, like a sort of zero gravity experience. It sounded amazing but came at a cost of over $50, out of the question on my budget. If the Barbados thing hadn't happened then I may have reconsidered but it did, and I was near broke. I still had some of the fish left over and offered it around, I couldn't handle and more of the saltiness. A few people tried it, and a few people spat it straight back out. I wasn't hurt, I had enough of it already and was going to throw it away anyway. I had some food left over from the day before so I cooked myself some pasta. I ate, drank, watched TV and then went to sleep.