Thursday 7 April 2011

Burnt Meat and Green Stuff

It is kind of difficult to be creative and entertaining on a daily basis. Lucky for me that no one expects that from me. 

Today is a cloudy, black and white TV kind of day. It would probably be depressing anywhere else, but here it is sort of like gray sunshine. Louise and the Paddling Pals went to do their first day on the ocean. I went down to document the event. While they were talking I went for a long walk on the beach and saw some rather suspicious looking  holes in the sand. I am assured that there aren’t any poisonous reptiles on the island and the only thing that is dangerous at all are the wild pigs. I am going out on a limb and guessing that the holes aren’t from pigs. Wild or domestic. Something made the holes! Guess what, by the time I got back they were still talking but they had moved en mass to a different location. When they finally got the outriggers to the water it was kind of anticlimactic for me. Yeah, I took pictures and I was as excited as I get about things like that. It really is pretty cool.

I can’t let anyone know what went on in the ocean, we will leave that to Louise. So, I went back to the house and cooled off in the pool and read from my new toy. Today was a half day for the Paddling Pals and once back for lunch they had a free day. Louise and I went downtown and did some shopping and looking in the tourist stores. Stopped for coffee and a cookie and wandered back to the home base. 

Had a good supper, plenty of burnt meat and green stuff. I am hoping that it wasn’t more meat. 

Well, here we are at the close of another day in paradise. Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, whereever you are.


  1. Well you left me just hanging on in suspense about these suspicious holes, here I was expecting some real amazing story. But no we just moved on as if it had never happened, thanks a lot Sherlock! Anyway enjoy your pipe and I look forward to tomorrows riveting escapade. Brian

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  3. You know holes are one of those things that I have rules about. If there are mysterious holes anywhere it is best not to poke, prod, sprinkle, look, smell, taste, photograph (close up) or disturb in any way. Some one that knows possibly less than I do (I know, hard to believe)suggested that they could have been made by crabs. I am sure that you will agree no one needs crabs. Sure, maybe with a cream sauce. That still sounds dirty. Let's just agree that we will leave sleeping crabs...well..sleeping.

  4. Fair enough you have stated your case and the jury will let this one slide. We have crabs on the beach here on Van. island and my dachshund has no problem digging them up and his nose is a bit shorter then yours. Regardless we have enjoyed following your adventures on this beautiful island, and I'm thinking you wish you could just stay there forever. Brian