Went for a long walk this morning in the opposite direction to the town. Had to pass through some mangroves and over some rocks to get to the beach. The mangroves were thick and spooky, with the inevitable wildlife trying to hide from us.
Chilled around the resort. Hot but not too sunny. One of the waiters was telling us that the weather is not typical for this time of year. There should be more rain by now. He said the well in his village is very low and rain is badly needed to fill it. Felt guilty about the twice daily showers we've been having.
Watched the waves crashing on the rocks. Sea a bit dangerous to swim in at this time of year, best time is November, apparently.
Howard did the climb up the rocks but wouldn't go to the top for me to get a good photo. Beach was quiet. An old guy got chatting saying he was a fisherman, like his father and grandfather before him. Spoke amazing English. He'd been out fishing that night and had caught lobster and prawns the size of his hand. Said he had a restaurant further up the beach that we had to come to. We agreed we'd try and come later (while someone's stomach gave another lurch!).
Beautiful empty beach but lots of debris washed up. Not sure if it's locals or tourists that dump the rubbish but there has been loads of fly tipping everywhere we've gone.
Found another jellyfish that didn't realise it's the wrong season for him to be out.
Lazy afternoon again.
Back to the room to find that we'd been invaded by a 'lobster'? That must be deserving of a double tip.
Night, all!
































