Chilled

Golden Apple Villa is up a steep road out of Castara so I am getting enough exercise with trips down to the village at least three times a day. Today I went down to book tours for next week, to order tomorrow’s bread and pick up coffe for tonight’s carrot cake. The carrot cake is excellent but the Nescafé takes me way back to Oman in the late 1980s, it was the only coffee brand I recognised and I have been bitten once too often with local brand imitations like yesterday when I walked to English Mans Bay I had a couple of locally bottled/canned US drinks and they were so sugar laden that they reminded me of the gunk you drink for the diabetes test, it is a wonder the locals have any teeth left.

Besides my calls in the village I also visited the waterfall on the Castara river, it was lovely, just a hundred meters off the road and I was in the forest and surrounded by local birds which had no fear of me. I went to the bonfire on the beach last night, the food was good even if I couldn’t identify everything that I was eating but the highlight was watching them light the bonfire with a refreshing disregard for health and safety, this is another country that puts responsibility for such things in the hands of the individual, if only we could go back to the days before the nanny state, rampant political correctness and ridiculous H&S, I hope coming out of the EU will be the start of the revolution. Oops that rant slipped out, I was going to say that I didn’t stop long at the bonfire because the music was turned up too loud for my old ears so it was back to chillin’ on my patio which I will be doing again very soon after I have collected my takeaway from Ria who is acknowledged to be the best chef in the village.