Walking to "Mecca"
Trip Start Feb 11, 2008
58Trip End Jun 30, 2008
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Having trudged 50,000 miles through sweltering heat for no reason at all, we decided to cool off in the balmy oasis of the Botanical Gardens (where we'd tried to take a bus to a couple of days before!) Trying to find some good humour, I followed Jo for another mile or so to the delightful gardens housing rare species of indigenous plants and palms, blah, blah....
In fact, the gardens were delightful, very beautiful and packed with japanese tourists, who had arrived en-masse from their air conditioned coaches parked at the entrance. Once we'd forced our way through the throng we walked along the tree lined avenues, which were interspersed with pristine mowed lawns speckled with monkey poo!! There were loads of Rhemus Monkeys hanging around the trees and sitting on the grass, eating anything thrown to them by the ignorant tourists (including sweets, cakes and biscuits) looking for the world like unruly, overfed, punk rockers lounging in an English park. Except these were razor sharp toothed, sugar junkeys, with a penchant for chocolate covered childrens fingers!!
Five minutes later, the oddest thing happened. When Jo was crouched down taking photos of the little furry, child snatching space monkeys, a Japanese lady and her friend were watching her and whispering to each other with heightened squeals of delight. Stange, I thought. It was stranger still when one of them, having been egged on by her friend, approached Jo and asked if she could have her photo taken with her. Jo, always happy to help, offered to take the ladies camera and take a photo of the Japanese lady and her friend.
"No, no" the Japanes tourist said
"Uh, sure" Jo replied, and stood there with a fixed grin next to the Japanese lady, who put her arm around Jo and beamed while her friend took the requested photo. Jo was then thanked many times by the grateful tourist, who walked off with her friend. They disappeared into the crowd with delighted looks on their faces while Jo was left, still with the confused, lop sided grin on her face, looking a little lost.
" Wierd!' she said to me as we walked away. I figured she had been mistaken for somebody else and amused myself for the next hour by calling her "Miss Knightley", until she thumped me in the ribs and I stopped.
Following that, we sweated in the sun some more and looked at plants and other stuff until I whined like a sulky child that I wanted to go home. So we left and caught abus back to the coolness of our hotel room.