Dear Diary - Day 11

Sunday… A day of rest after a busy working week...

A gentle stroll across the island to the Beach Bar where a man on the sand in a chef’s hat was cooking prawns on a gas ring in a frying pan. Sims ordered four of the biggun’s that were the size of lobster tails, and I had ten of the smaller ones. $25.00 per plate with two free beers thrown in. Couldn’t really say no…

You see one of the few problems with this all-inclusive malarkey here at Meedhupparu is that the dining table that they assign you upon arrival remains yours throughout your stay. Now, if we were to have been given a table for two, that would have been all very well. But we got a table for four that we have to share with a couple from the depths of Yorkshire somewhere, which makes their accents hard for either of us to understand. And he was hard of hearing. Which made it worse.

There’s only so much intense listening to shouting slurred incomprehensible Yorkshire that one can manage whilst trying to simultaneously chew and swallow.

So, when the opportunity to eat al fresco presented itself it was hard to turn down…

Fortified by the two cans of Carlsberg that came as a part of the lunchtime deal, augmented with a couple from the Pool Bar, we spent the rest of the afternoon playing about in the water like a couple of kids. It was shameless fun! Yes, even at our age!

Then we walked along the beach back to our little house beside the dreaded sea wall, had a shower in the open air and 46 paces later we sat and watched another beautiful sunset…  Day 11 died in blaze of glorious technicolour… it’s hand held gently, and lovingly, by a few beers, a few red wines, a couple of baskets of french fries, and some spicy tomato sauce…