Five Go Mad

Day 4

Up with the light.  Rain continues.  No walk.  Wifi.  Coffee. Write some stuff. Read about sailing in the Pacific.  Did you know that there are four types of island marked on marine charts; islands, islets, rocks and cays, and nobody really knows what the difference is yet there are 174 different types of ice and all are accurately described.  Biig breakfast. More Coffee. Write more stuff. 

It rained all day and reached tropical downpour proportions.  It also got quite warm and humid.  Had to go for a walk in the rain as going tropo. I took a hotel brolly and my trusty Kathmandu jacket with me to go back and visit the fish under the bridge again.  There were thousands of tiny school fish forming a school so dense that it looked like a dark shadow in the water above the white sandy bottom. I didn’t see it until the shadow parted to reveal a white sandy spot travelling upstream with a big fish in the centre. The food fish were giving the eating fish a wide berth.

I waded up the low-tide inlet checking out whatever was in the weed and rocks, rain cascading off the rim of my brolly. Tourists in the cabins on the shore gawping at this weirdo out in the water in the rain.  I didn’t melt but my shorts did get a bit wet.  Quite warm.  The beach was windy and the thatched beach shelters were leaky so I retired to the shelter of the park-like surroundings until the skin on my fingers got wrinkly.  Went back inside; dry pants.

5pm- happy hour & cocktail of the day. I sipped fizzy water while Robyn slayed a Mojito.  I had revisited my decision to stay off the demon drink and have now revisited it again, re-confirming my earlier decision; it’s just not good for me. Chatty chatty till dinner, a once well-endowed duck. Not so enjoyable as it turns out the ‘proper’ way to serve duck breast is rare.  Couldn’t get my unsophisticated head around it. Robyn is more sophisticated and so had no difficulty finishing it for me.

The Hotel manager says he’s been here 7 months and never seen it rain for so long.  Good for the island though because it needed a drink apparently.  Bed at 9. Still sailing the Pacific. It blew and rained all night but we left the hatches un-battened and listened to the storm.