I’m ashamed to admit that we have been here for 2 weeks now and I have allowed myself to be confined by walls and weather and other people’s vehicles (well, the lack of a vehicle of our own).
We live in a very small town (30,000 people) and apparently close to the sea. I’ve now seen the sea from the roof of the club house at the compound so I know it’s true now. When we heard that others in our compound had braved the weather and gone exploring in town we felt enough shame to get our ….eh hem’s in gear.
Dave and I and a very reluctant Honour went for a walk at about 9:00 p.m. last night. The sun goes down at about 6:00 so you would have thought it would have cooled down a little. It was like swimming through the air. The last few nights have not been that hot. We should have gotten our …eh hem’s in gear a little earlier. We arrived home drenched, but we’d been to town and were the new owners of yellow lychee, mangos (from Pakistan and Egypt for taste testing) and a few oranges.
We did not make it to the sea.
Dave was determined though and headed out at 5:00 a.m. He walked for 2 hours and was exhausted when he returned.
We do indeed live in a fishing village. Here’s the evidence.