Every single time I've gone to Hikka, and no matter who I've gone with I've always had a good time. I know it's kinda dodgy and it's not too hard to stumble across a balding German paedophile but it will always hold a special place in my heart. Don't you just love the intriguing and fascinating little restaurants which are either fabulous or horrendous, or both at the same time depending on which night you go?

Here are some photos of the latest trip which was a little more beach and a little less party than the trip before it. Nevertheless it was thoroughly enjoyed.

To the good times.