Last Night on Land
Expection
Having spent the week on a Catamaran with no air conditioning and a dysfunctional toilet & shower, I was looking forward to a touch of normality. Not much to ask but I had hoped for: -
- A toilet door that could be closed/locked properly
- Air conditioning
- A decent shower
- A nice meal in the restaurant. We had seen the local area and din't really fancy trekking out to find food.
Reality
I obviously need to lower my expectations in future. We stayed in a hotel called the "Clair De Lune". Firstly we were shown to separate rooms that were all separate buildings/huts in the grounds. We were a bit a walk from the reception. Garry's room was actually up several steps so was a bit more of a chore to reach.
Having got there, with all of our luggage and rods still made up (yet to be de-kitted), we were settling into our rooms when the receptionist arrived with two bits of bad news: -
- They had put us in the wrong rooms. We had to lug everything back to the rooms right next to reception. Also, Kevin and I were sharing a room.
- The restaurant was closed that evening!
There was no air conditioning just a couple of fans. Also, there was no toilet door, just a curtain so I still wouldn't get any privacy. At least the shower worked.
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| Home for the night |
Having got unpacked, we then headed to the pool to cool down and relax before heading out for a meal.
We ordered a Tuk-Tuk (small 3-wheeled taxi) to take us to the marina having decided to eat at the same place where we were originally greeted by Alain, the owner of the fishing outfit.The Tuk-Tuk was designed to fit three ample rumps so it was an interesting few minutes through the rough tracks. After a while, it was clear that the driver did not know where we wanted to go. We therefore got out and decided to walk the last few hundred metres.
Garry and I had Pizza and Kev had a Zebu Steak with Pate. The food was very nice and the restaurant was in a lovely location alongside the marina.
So, back for a good night's sleep before the 27 hour journey begins. Kevin and I thought it a good idea to close all of the external doors and shutters to minimise the critters (read Mosquitos) that might enter our room during the night. What was funny is that, in the morning light of the next day, we looked up and saw a peaked roof (no ceiling) with the gable end made from rough wood and branches - thus leaving lots of large holes for any number of creatures to enter the room. Thankfully we got away with just a few bites on that last night/evening.