I was worried about this holiday and did not want to come for several reasons one being the mad rush of book sales. Ha ha ha. Well five is not bad at all and I don't grumble.
It is about 89 deg f here and that is quite cool in comparison to Goa. It is also not as humid so when the wind is strong it feels quite chilly. Tiddly Tosh is doing very well in the heat but I am not sure how the internals will be when she gets home because the dust here is worse than the darkest corner of the cave. I mean it is actually sand and no one wants sand in their moving parts after all. Ah well, thank heavens for nozzle hoovers.
We decided to splash out and pay for six hours on the infonet which has done well but the other day not wishing to get killed crossing the four lane highway that runs through the village we decided to eat on the other side of the road and forgo the infonet cafe. They had those slot machine ones but he who has the compeetoes had some change so I sat and logged on only to find there were two book orders. Fortunately it was from the same company as before so as I had connected to my virgin emails I was able to find their address and apologise for being on holiday, thus not being able to fulfill the orders. The other emails were really just horrorscopes and I suppose that just goes to show how sad I actually am.
When we arrived here it was at the wrong place but that was quite right. What I mean was when he who has the compeetoes booked he pictured the apartments as being down by the nudists' beach and that is a good place to be. Not because of the naked truths about body fat but the fact that it is quiet in with the wildlife, yes the real nature type and not the naturalists. The wildlife here is wonderful, well it is down there anyway and especially the butterflies. They are so lucky here because at least they get their day of glory in the sun even though it is very windy here.
Anyway, I digress, there was much flapping at the apartment when he who booked the holiday thought we were at the wrong place, which according to the travel brochure map we were. However, they had us on the register so we were in the right place and then the warts and freckles were discovered. Namely that the fridge was useless. That soon became clear when we thought about the key which was the sort that fed the electric box as well as opened the door. So when we went out the electric had to go off because we were only given one key. Well, you accept things like that but unfortunately the fridge door was actually broken. Yes, it had dropped off at the hinges due to some silly Billy putting too much weight in the handle end of the door rather than the hinge side. Nothing sadder than an unhinged fridge. Well, he who knows all, having already ruffled the landlady's feathers went down to inform her that the chiller was on the blink. Of course, she did not believe him and had to ask me so it is a good job one of us looks honest or does not kick off all the time. Later that evening the man with the tools came and looked at the bodge job he who knows all had done on the door by wedging a rock under the hinge. He scratched his head and said he would come back later which he did when we were out eating. It is now in working order but we have become used to warm water, well it does not bother me because I am not a mountain lion unlike he who knows all who drinks ice cold anything except tea that is. He has just had to lump it and that is nice.
We are only here for one week and I am glad of that because I do not like the four lane highway here. It has no islands, the zebra crossings are faded and anyway the Greek drivers, as well as the English and German, do not stop at them, so they are a waste of space. The traffic lights at the junctions are fine but as there are no islands there either it is a dangerous place to cross. Guess what, the only place there are islands there are also railings so it really is a case of take your life in your hands. I think Goa was safer even though they are crazy drivers there at least you only have two lanes the contend with.
The apartment is not badly situated but you can hear the traffic noise at night and my MP3 has come in most useful for getting a good night's sleep. If it is not the traffic then it is the young revellers who cause the noise, even worse than the revellers in Kolhapur, India. The Indians are reknowned for their love of noise and would have been put to shame by the neighbouring young British tourists who played their music (in inverted commas) into the wee small hours. At least there are no barking dogs just some cicadas with attitude problems. I don't think I have ever heard cicadas like it. I don't suppose that is spelled correctly but who cares, certainly not the cicadas who just rub their legs with glee.
Apart from that, all is good. Ah well, if we were 30 years younger too maybe we would enjoy the late night music (in inverted commas) but then we are in the most lively part of the island although just slightly in the wrong location. No doubt there will be another snotty letter to the tour operator for their duff map. At least we got here without hitch so that was good except for the fact that I am invisible but that is another story.
