Saŵadee Krap and the first signs of island fever set in.
Hot beach living and the days seem to be drifting into one. Thankfully we are in the fortunate position of not having to switch on for about another month, so regression to the life of a carefree honking backpacker it is. Well ok, not quite as my need for a daily shower has negated the full on stink experience and efforts to date see me up to a week wearing the same wife beater vest and I am particularly pleased with the 72 hour underpants turnaround.
Sally has tried a different approach (ignoring my warnings) of yaffling her food in bed, that has come to a hilarious end with me being kicked awake to sort out the army of ants that had joined her for a midnight crumb feast. It is actually quite fun feeling like young teens starting out rather than old farts acting our age and I thoroughly recommend it.
This has taken a differing more feral form. On Sally’s 0600 early morning non sleeping, HRT, has my patch fallen off beach walk, there are a number of semi wild dogs, who seemingly adopt a random walker and accompany them. Unfortunately this means we have been quite remiss with the shelter dogs as they are now walked between the hours of 9am -11am just when the heat starts to ramp up. Excuses? Possibly.
We looked to our recent experience of a deeply Catholic continent in offering a solution, making like Papists, an indulgence in the form of a sack of dog food for the shelter was offered. The sin cleansing not only seems to be working but this morning something of a miracle as “Mr Grumpy” took time off from chasing cars, people and a vegans pig (another story) to have a playful run on the beach with sally.
I really should report this to the Vatican as with a few more full on miracles she could be on her way to canonisation. ‘Sister Sally of the Stray Dog’ does have a certain appeal.
FITNESS WISE, GYM AND EATING
We are avoiding the South East Asia belly by managing to lay off going mad on the street food (although we have relevant medicines for when we hit Burma). Dropped 4kgs without the help of anal parasites and feeling well. Sally is a bit confused about her 1kg loss, I did suggest that it may be her daily mastication of afternoon cake and ice cream that she thinks I do not know about. I was told I was a stupid tosser being silly as white almond magnums apparently do not count as calories.
Sally is doing her three times a week 7 am HIIT classes with the Swedish fitties on the beach and we are both working out at the gym.
Sally constantly mocks me that her Swedish, blonde, blue eyed very fit PT is the main reason I am so keen, she does have a point! Although unable to squat over 1,000 lbs is slightly easier on the eye than you Dave Beattie (no offence). We could always draft in one of these new Royal Marines to up the youth and essence stakes.
Clearing up rather nicely thank you. The red sun sets that come with the cloudy haze are about gone as the dry season really kicks in. Quite mind blowing. Even when you are there watching, it just does not seem real, still quite epic (thought we both saw the elusive green flash one night). Combine this with a great chilled beach atmosphere, cooling breeze while sat stirring a Mojito it is one of our favourite parts of the day.