Ok, so last night was big one and this morning has all but passed with so much as a stir from Mr and Mrs G... It was probably the jet lag... I've heard day 6 is often the worst!
So after showers and swims, the world (or more specifically, a very beautiful 50 square mile part of it) is our oyster.
I think we need another scooter!
After a little bit of wobbling about, we were on the straight and narrow and heading off for a lap of the island to take in some island nature. There's basically one main road the follows the coast around the island, so we followed it to the southern most point and headed inland towards the imaginatively named "Waterfall 1"
We pulled up and headed of in to the jungle for the short but very hilly trek towards the waterfall. The first thing to notice is that the middle of the island is hotter.... quite a lot hotter... and the second thing to notice is that clammy feet in flip flops are not ideal for jungle adventures. Yep, Dave fell down the side of a hill much to Laura's amusement!
After about 20 minutes of very (ok, moderately) treacherous walking we arrived at the waterfall. More specifically, we arrived at where the waterfall, where we could hear the faintest trickle of water but could see none. Apparently this is where the Waterfall would have been if we weren't visiting at the the end of the dry season. Strangely, they kept it to themselves at the wobbly little shack where the insist you pay for parking your scooter in the middle of a ginormous field.
Still, it was fun in the jungle (apart from the peril obviously) but we didn't stay too long.
We went a little further in to the middle of the island and a little higher up into the mountains and found a nice little viewing platform with views across the edge of the mountain and right down to the coast. For some inexplicable reason, someone had build a concrete base for a sewing machine on the platform, but I guess sometimes you've just gotta sew!
Back to base and in the evening we decided to explore slightly in the opposite direction from Fishermans village, which basically meant having cocktails two hotels down, instead of ours.
Suitably cocktailed, we hiked back to Fishermans village (200m this time!) and into "The Shack" following a recommendation from lots of people. We proceeded to eat the best steak... ever.
We opted for the Australian tenderloin at a paltry £30, but there was Kobu and Wagyu (?) beff on offer which was up to about £80 per piece... Couldn't convince ourselves to do it, but didn't regret the decision.
Fed and watered, it was off to bed.
Big day tomorrow.
So after showers and swims, the world (or more specifically, a very beautiful 50 square mile part of it) is our oyster.
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| Hungover 2pm Breakfast |
I think we need another scooter!
After a little bit of wobbling about, we were on the straight and narrow and heading off for a lap of the island to take in some island nature. There's basically one main road the follows the coast around the island, so we followed it to the southern most point and headed inland towards the imaginatively named "Waterfall 1"
We pulled up and headed of in to the jungle for the short but very hilly trek towards the waterfall. The first thing to notice is that the middle of the island is hotter.... quite a lot hotter... and the second thing to notice is that clammy feet in flip flops are not ideal for jungle adventures. Yep, Dave fell down the side of a hill much to Laura's amusement!
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| Poor Davey! |
Suitably cocktailed, we hiked back to Fishermans village (200m this time!) and into "The Shack" following a recommendation from lots of people. We proceeded to eat the best steak... ever.
We opted for the Australian tenderloin at a paltry £30, but there was Kobu and Wagyu (?) beff on offer which was up to about £80 per piece... Couldn't convince ourselves to do it, but didn't regret the decision.
Fed and watered, it was off to bed.
Big day tomorrow.
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