It's not a holiday until........
I usually say until I have had an ice cream but when properly abroad..... It's not a holiday until I have had a Fanta
It's taken me 24hrs to find the switch to turn my overhead fan on.....to be fair probably too tired to really look but also my bed is sooooooo to massive the switch was just too far away on the other side 🤣.
So a fairly sweaty, crazy dream filled night where I was mainly trying to cycle uphill to a fish chip shop but I couldn't clip into my pedals and then fish chip didn't have chips so I went across the road bought some potatoes and luckily had my crinkle cutter with me so made some chips and then cyxlwd to bristol still not able to clip in. Here I got on a boat with Sam rode out a crazy storm dodging some islands and rock with no rudder and arrived at a resort where I fortunately had my wakeboard as there was no wind.....🤯
I struggled to open my eyes despite them closing at 2000 the night before and turning my head was quite problematic, anyway time to get the summer clothing on!
Obviously been a while since they were on.....not sure when UK summer actually was versus technically. Turns out eating a packet of bourbon biscuits a day and air travel doesn't making fitting into your summer clothing particularly do able.
After fighting my way into some clothes and my Garmin watch telling me I am stressed time to relax....... I concluded it was offending me what I was wearing never mind the outside population.
So over breakfast I decided today would be about trying to be able to turn my head and getting something to wear as I watched the sea disappear to the horizon ......tides out, winds gone.....I won't be winging which wqa the plan!
Having plied myself in factor50 (it's also usually not a holiday until Libby is a lobster 🦞) I also covered up long sleeves long trousers and with a tiny shoulder bag set out along my roughly mile long beach to find a massage and maybe some clothes.
I had brushed up on my swaheli I was 'mambo' ing away happily, an interesting aspect is the local have swaheli words for hello, how are you, and few others that they use for tourists but to each other they use different ones.
The result was I could barely move 5 m without someone else wanting to have a seemingly interested conversation with me but secretly wanting to sell me something, darn it!
My highlight was 'Happy' yes that was his name, he was Maasai he had what he called tattoos on his cheeks which were created by searing a hot ring on his cheeks by his mum, his bottom middle tooth was missing a tradition again where they get pulled out, apparently, fortunately we didn't go into the coming of she ceremony!! He was from mainland Tanzania south of Kilimanjaro he drew a map in the sand of where he was from and I expanded it and drew the world......ha ha. By this point I was fairly desperately looking for food and after our lovely geography lesson with several scaling issues and many countries not making the cut, Hank Marvin got the better of me and Happy was a little sad 😬
Anyway by the end of this trip I will most likely be a mango flavoured avocado with a lobster tinge based on consumption and propensity to burn........ 5 down and only 10more years back home until my avocado plants come to fruition.....but with lunch done I took on a beach massage.
Now if anyone can recall my tales on Chinese massages they will understand when I say it was interesting and a bit too close for comfort for many! But I can report I can turn my head yay!
Some fairly rubbish bartering and I made it back to my hotel with some things to wear. A quick change and the one mile streak challenge continues......I feel I did not think this through when I said yes to Sharon a beer or two into the evening before I left!
The challenge tomorrow is to see what the man who is carrying a fridge door along the beach is up to.......Lisabean I think you'll know..... And hopefully get out on the water
Woop woop. You do your mile on a beach, I’ll do mine in the snow!! ❄️
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