Here We Go Again

The views here are breathtaking (as if nothing else we have seen this morning haven’t). But to stand here on top of a point where the ocean casts its mesmerising veil across you is something many similar points around the globe can only do if you are there. I send lots of pictures to family and friends “wishing they were here”

Given the state of the engine under the hood, one wonders if they looked given the air intakes are still full of leaves. He is not a happy camper and he intends to front the service manager in the morning with his worries

Robyn calls – booked out. We are both annoyed, Should have just done it, to coin the Nike slogan.

For the first time in a long time, I have no afternoon headache. The work of the chiropractor Dr. Harley has done well I think to myself.

Along the way we see a young local on a motorbike. No protective gear, no helmet, no attempt to obey any road rules as to speed or the use of the road. He bounces along the footpath, flat out, tail wagging through the dust where the concrete ends

Again – everyone being full of their own importance.

The fishing is slow but not uneventful. A couple of very promising bites encourage prolonged attempts. From time to time we up stakes and move towards the receding tide. By the time I have “caught” a number of “weed fish” we are several hundred metres under the high tide mark.

Many of the patrons leave well before the moon gets directly above, not that we want to wait until midnight either. What it does allow, is that although we are getting great shots from our vantage point, there are palm trees in most shots.

Guess what. It has been done but the paperwork had not gotten to the front desk – AGAIN. What are these people running?

At the office, notes on the wall suggest tonight is going to be a super low tide, exposing much of the reef just off the beach. The office also has treats like vanilla slices and chocolate brownies that suggest to Robyn she might have morning tea all day tomorrow in this space.

Back at the van, I can’t find my sunglasses. I am worried I have left them at the previous site and after lunch, I walk back over there for investigation. No joy, the site is as pristine as it was when we first set foot on it.

We are in no mood for the entire experience. We turn and head for home, stopping to watch hermit crabs move around in shallow pools. Their movement, captured on video as they move in terms of millimetres as they go about their lives