First elephants, then crocodiles, now whales. We were promised humpbacks, maybe even blue whales, on a boat trip from Mirissa. But when our alarm went off at 5:30am, the rain was trying to break through our windows, the sea surged, and Guy was feeling nauseous. It wasn't a whale-watching day after all.
Instead, we swam in the pool and ate the world's best rotti, read and wrote and programmed (ask Guy), drank beer in beach huts (it's official, Susan's life-long beer consumption now exceeds one pint), and watched storm after monsoon storm swamp the roads. Clearly we'd made the right decision about the boat trip.
We aren't really used to days without official 'stuff to do' and it was a bit of a shock to the system. We typed furiously, made ourselves busy, got tired out. Still, we reflected, we could handle more days like that, if someone really twisted our arms, if we absolutely had to!
Instead, we swam in the pool and ate the world's best rotti, read and wrote and programmed (ask Guy), drank beer in beach huts (it's official, Susan's life-long beer consumption now exceeds one pint), and watched storm after monsoon storm swamp the roads. Clearly we'd made the right decision about the boat trip.
We aren't really used to days without official 'stuff to do' and it was a bit of a shock to the system. We typed furiously, made ourselves busy, got tired out. Still, we reflected, we could handle more days like that, if someone really twisted our arms, if we absolutely had to!
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