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That bloody rooster. Every morning. Every bloody morning. 6AM on the dot. I find that I eat chicken with even more vigour than usual in the afternoons as a result of opening my stinging eyeballs in the morning to stare mutinously at the bottom of the bunk above me with that sodding thing squarking next door! Oh yes, me and Chelsea are now sharing a single bottom bunk - for anyone that doesn't know chelsea can emit the heat of a volcanic eruption and kick better than an ostrich in her sleep, it's been fantastic.
I spent another day at the beach today, on my usual thatched sun lounger - I'm a creature of habit - and got burnt to an absolute cinder. To cap off the whole thing I was wearing shades so now look like someone has stamped a panda's face onto a cherry tomato. When I went back to our hostel the camp, little French guy staying there saw me, slapped his hands onto his head and said (to be read in a strong french accent), 'Ohw ma gawd, whoat az appened tu you are face!?'
The git.
Shamed and attempting to hid my face from the public we went for food on the beach front under the cover of darkness and enjoyed a nice meal with a shared table where we got to know a kindly Filipino-American man and his Filipino fiancé.
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