What would go wrong today??
Duncan woke up to watch the world cup semi, and Spain won against Germany. Then he went for a run while I got up at a leisurely pace. After breakfast Duncan went to suss out dinner at the Gite next door, but since it features fish and taro it doesn’t really sound ideal.
Meanwhile I go to the boutique by the port where they make jewellery and screenprint tshirts and pareo. I buy a tshirt and a necklace and spend all my money.
When I arrive back Duncan has had the bad spot of the day – the manager has been, demanding money. Duncan tells him politely that he has paid, and he must recover the money from the travel agency.
It is brilliantly fine and we head down to the beach for our first real day of blobbing out. After a while we take a kayak. Some fish visible in the coral, but there is a surprising swell in the middle of the bay. Our midriff muscles are unaccustomed to paddling so we spend some time drifting over the reef.
The Beach Hut has run out of snorkels, and gives me a mismatch of flippers, on of which doesn’t fit, so I use Duncan’s snorkel and my crocs. The reef is quite close to shore and it is easy to get to the many fish – black and white, yellow, shimmery blue, but I didn’t see any of those lovely purple and orange ones of the Piscene Naturelle.
A late lunch of crackers, tuna and cheese – and a glass of wine followed by reading and snoozing before we returned to the beach. Duncan stayed down there until the very brief sunset just after 5pm.
We caught up with the World News before heading off to dinner at our restaurant. We both began with salads, then tuna for Duncan and chicken for me, and a decent bottle of red wine from Chinon. We are both engrossed in our books until bed time.
Duncan woke up to watch the world cup semi, and Spain won against Germany. Then he went for a run while I got up at a leisurely pace. After breakfast Duncan went to suss out dinner at the Gite next door, but since it features fish and taro it doesn’t really sound ideal.
Meanwhile I go to the boutique by the port where they make jewellery and screenprint tshirts and pareo. I buy a tshirt and a necklace and spend all my money.
When I arrive back Duncan has had the bad spot of the day – the manager has been, demanding money. Duncan tells him politely that he has paid, and he must recover the money from the travel agency.
It is brilliantly fine and we head down to the beach for our first real day of blobbing out. After a while we take a kayak. Some fish visible in the coral, but there is a surprising swell in the middle of the bay. Our midriff muscles are unaccustomed to paddling so we spend some time drifting over the reef.
The Beach Hut has run out of snorkels, and gives me a mismatch of flippers, on of which doesn’t fit, so I use Duncan’s snorkel and my crocs. The reef is quite close to shore and it is easy to get to the many fish – black and white, yellow, shimmery blue, but I didn’t see any of those lovely purple and orange ones of the Piscene Naturelle.
A late lunch of crackers, tuna and cheese – and a glass of wine followed by reading and snoozing before we returned to the beach. Duncan stayed down there until the very brief sunset just after 5pm.
We caught up with the World News before heading off to dinner at our restaurant. We both began with salads, then tuna for Duncan and chicken for me, and a decent bottle of red wine from Chinon. We are both engrossed in our books until bed time.
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