After something of a late start, we decided to do what one does in Los Roques -- go to the beach! We gathered up our books and sunscreen, hats and water and headed down to the water taxi wharf where we added a large beach umbrella to our accoutrement. It was already blazing hot but the bone white sand and incomparably beautiful Caribbean blue water were very inviting. The water taxi dropped us at Francisquí's incredibly fine, white sandy beach. The temperature was scorching and although well warned, I somehow missed much of my neck and back and became lobster-like at night. Robin avoided burning but was the victim of the puri-puri, a local sand fly that seemed to like his blood best;by nightfall, he was covered with quarter-sized welts. Despite the posadas at Gran Roque being uncharacteristically full for this time of year, there were very few people on the beach. Several large, swanky yachts were anchored off-shore and a few kite-boarders were whizzing around in the breeze. It was a very chill, laid-back atmosphere with people bobbing around in the water, walking the find sand beaches or reading under beach umbrellas. The boys and I scouted out a beautiful natural coral encircled swimming area on the other side of the island (5 mins walk)for snorkelling. Coral and fish were plentiful, colourful and easily accessible (within several metres of the surface and with crystal clear waters). Francisqui is the only island in the archipelago that has any food services, so we made the arduous trek (about 20 metres) from our beach umbrella to the small food shack for lunch. Again, due to a lack of supplies, there were only two choices for lunch -- pasta or fresh fish -- both of which were absolutely delicious! After lunch, Adrian and I had quite a tussle with our lowly rented beach umbrella after considerable wind-damage, in a desperate effort to hide behind some minimal amount of shade. We all enjoyed the water on the beach side which, despite being soup-temperature was refreshing when contrasted with the blistering afternoon heat. The water seems to have an extremely high salt concentration, evident when you get it in your mouth, but even more so when we floated in the water as if we had air mattresses. The experience convinced us to rent two bigger and stronger umbrellas and an ice cooler filled with tons of ice, lunch and 8 litres of drinks for the next day's trip. In the evening, we had a second fish supper at our posada (most posadas include meals which given the dearth of shop food and restaurants is quite a necessary thing) and as Faye and Robin dozed off, Adrian and I took in some drumming by a local gang in the central square just outside our place. There was much dancing by locals and travelers alike as the five young chaps drummed on for perhaps two hours.