Trip Start Dec 22, 2011
129Trip End Apr 18, 2012
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There is a beach below the pool here, and another one just round the corner.We walked down to Coconut Beach through the archway of trees, the path down to it being of the finest and whitest of sand.The view at the end of this tree tunnel is spectacular. A large beach, empty, with fine white sand stretching in every direction. Azure blue sea, totally transparent, with more white sand underneath. Maybe a whisker or two here and there of seaweed, and a darting fish or two... otherwise miles of pristine sand. Standing on the sand it is so fine you almost sink in; walking out towards the reef the water is warm and shallow, with gentle rolling waves breaking on the white beach. Simply stunning.
No cuddly toys here, only a sudden plunge into blackness as the power goes off yet again and the generator is sought and eventually coaxed into action. Most afternoons seem to be powerless, I guess they can't see the point in having any.Dinner usually has at least 2 power cuts, however brief. Tonight was no exception, with slinky hipped Saaleh the waiter counting down til the power came back on. He was only a couple of seconds out, which tells me he has had a lot of practice.Good game, good game!
Ali gets into hot water..
Anyone who knows me knows what a complete wuss I am at entering a swimming pool... or worse still, the sea. I have been known to take at least 20 minutes as standard, with exasperated bystanders exhorting me with cheerful and totally useless advice to "just go for it". If I could "just go for it" I wouldn't be lolling around on the edge like the prize lemon I am. Of course after I have wriggled about a bit in the water, everything is fine and I too decide that next time I will "just go for it".With this in mind, on our beach explore, I marched resolutely into the sea.The Indian Ocean!And almost ran straight out again.It was almost as hot as I have my baths! I did swim around a little, but had to come out pretty sharpish and go up to the colder swimming pool, where I "just went for it".
1001 uses for a dead coconut..
A growing list. Apart from all the obvious things, all the furniture seems to be made of coconut wood, chairs, frames, tables, mirrors, beds, bedside tables, the menu, shelving, the lot. Much of it looks a little like work done by Year 9 in woodwork lessons, only maybe with a little less finesse. Who needs things to be straight, anyway? This is the Boutique look.Yeah
In some guise or other, cabbage turns up at every supper.Tonight it was in quantity in the beef salad starter and later I found more lurking under the chips in my main course.I like cabbage. No, I really do. But ... not someone else's. Cabbage is like a really good boomerang. It always returns. We have been here several days now and I feel I am living in a cabbage slipstream.And Nick certainly must be.
STOP PRESS! Baby Born in Bathroom!
Not in a manger, but in our bathroom! Yes! A real live birth!Hmmmn.I spotted a small poo on the bathroom shelf, next to the toothpaste (nice), which on closer inspection was next to an empty white eggshell, broken into 2-3 pieces. Mummy seemed to have laid her egg on the shelf, borned it, pooed and buggered off, presumably avec her offspring. We think small lizard, but without an Attenborough about, who can be certain?At least, I hope she has buggered off. I don't mind being home to the maternity wing, but short stays only, please, but do feel free to live elsewhere.(Maybe they are attracted to Cabbage no. 5 ...)
Smiles and smells.
Africa. What an extraodinary place it is. Quite unlike any other. I remember the first time I came to Africa when I visited Nigeria. Nothing could have prepared me for the experience and within a very short time I loved it. I loved the expanse of landscape and skies, the sights, the smiles, the colours, the markets, the people, the music, the basic-ness of it all... and I had sort of forgotten all of this until we landed in Dar es Salaam and it struck me all over again. The whole just makes me smile. I feel welcomed. But not all smells are good. Take BO, for example. African BO is unlike any other. The French are pretty high on the pungency scale, with garlic and Gauloises oozing out of every pore, but this African variety is way stronger. A sort of natural Deet. Dead clever, but not in an enclosed space, thanks. And once smelt, like school floor polish, never forgotten.