From Diary 2
25. Starting the morning, a little late, cleaning up the buffet. Then down to the water to wander around for a few hours. I am currently so camouflaged that I can hide on a beige coloured rug, with ample red wine and coffee spots. Going home to enjoy a few litres of coffee, and a few chapters in a good book.
Bear in mind that I have "saved" the area east of the hotel for just such a day. Gets the Dr Lieberking stuff and mashes into the jungle. This time with a stick, as Albert told me he'll never go without, because of the snakes. Suddenly comes to a clearing where the work team from the hotel has been working. Graves, 30 baths, countless door handles and drawers float everywhere. The two-storey building they have been in, has gradually been taken over by nature.
Going on by an overgrown road, leading to an
abandoned mansion villa. Explores it, which is a powerful
psychological experience. Coming out with a neck that an average
hedgehog would envy me.
I head on, leaving a wide trail of turned
stones and pieces of wood. Some of the only things I find are
centipedes, ants, termites, and a little toad that looks like a
Bufo bufo but more likely is B. asiatica.
To make up for my Christmas dinner on the 24th, I head down to the
hotel restaurant. They have a Christmas dinner on the program today.
They expect a great deal, but I reach 3/4 through the 6 dishes
before any others show up.
The menu is: Salmon fillet with lobster mousse stuffing, chicken meat soup, some steamed fish, a port wine glass with green sweet tasty ice-cream, duck breast and chocolate mousse. All with an abundance of accessories, followed by coffee and confectionery. All the glory for "only" 300 kroner. I dare not think at all, what it would have cost with wine and alcohol.
Didn't mention that there is a damn render in the room throughout
the day. First one arrives and changes bed linen and towels. An hour
later, one comes and fills the barge, then one comes and checks the
others. In the afternoon there will be one to replace the towels if
necessary. Only in the evening will the carpet be pulled off and
pulled off. About once an hour, around the clock, a lace-armed guard
Finds back to the Great Fall, and sits under the
Fall, talking for an hour. In fact, one sits perfectly comfortable
under such a waterfall beam.
Back to the hotel to recuperate for a few hours
before going up the track I found yesterday. The watering hole as of
yesterday contained the tadpoles, and the last baby frogs; picked up
by the ants. Sad !!
Walk off the trail, and see frogs, helmet maggots, butterflies, birds and grasshoppers in all shapes and colours. Follows a small stream down the mountain. One motive reveals itself after another. Unfortunately, a flash is required so I take only a few photos, the rest I have to have in my heart and memory.
Is suddenly out in the open, close to the beach road, about 4-5 kilometres from the hotel. Crosses the road and crawls and climbs back off the rocks. Surprising a monitor of one meter, gets some solid bruises and scratches, but also the pleasure of scaring a local fisherman into the water. He was sure, he had reached as far as you can get. He sits thinking of tigers, and then I come frantically from the other side!
Coming home, finally, and having a shower, then down to drinking coffee and reading a few chapters of a book. It really doesn't matter that I'm going home tomorrow. I have seen everything within easy reach, and still unable to travel to Kuala Lumpur or Singapore (not financially at all).
End the evening watching "Robocop", an American movie that is quite good. Get a little hungry and find the room service menu. Order 2 sandwiches for 15 kroner each. Seemed a bit expensive until 5 minutes later. There are actually 4 sandwiches, pumpkin strips, salad and other accessories. Goofs at me, puts the tray of dishes outside the door, calls and it is immediately removed. God knows what it will cost to have that system installed at home in Grønnegade?
Saying goodbye to
the Norwegian, and urging him to stay away from Denmark, as I
consider it my territory. He immediately tells about the 3 Danish
girls he has fallen in love with. I feel like a eunuch. A dead
eunuch. Well, then a sleeper then.
Finally (I think) they can buy one at a time.
Unfortunately, the lid falls off at the slightest touch.
Walking around at the same time looking for a very flat watch. Saw one the first day, and expected to see more. Have been running around for 12 days, without finding one that is so thin. Have just given up, when it's suddenly there. Get the price down to the reasonable, and walk from there with light spring.
Also went and looked for a nice jacket, for my over-the-top Lene who fits my 110 houseplants. Have an idea of what she wants, but haven't seen anything like that. The local style says: Batik, and in the end I (and she) have to find myself with it.
Should have also found me a few new shoes, as the ones I've worn
most of the time, are pretty much done.
Going up and packing as I foresee it can be a bit problematic. It actually goes really easy, thanks to the new big backpack I bought in Georges Town. The two wooden masks are wrapped in all the clothes that I have towed from Denmark and have not used (until now).
Heading down for the last time to get a few cups
of coffee, and a few chapters in the book. Then down to the beach to
"say goodbye" to the ocean, and check the small waves are working.
After studying them for a few hours, I must ascertain; they do.
28. Being awakened a few times, by
something I think is a starling, but which turns out to be a horny
The bus arrives and on the way to the airport, the guide has good and bad news. The plane has landed ahead of time, so we might get home sooner. On the other hand, there was no room for the duty-free goods: That calls for crises!, and a quiet giggle from me, as I did not buy duty-free.
Obviously arrives an hour late, and is then
further delayed by headwinds. Experience a sunrise of about 2 hours,
and a lot of small meals.