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May 15, 2007

I discover, this morning, that I can't send MMS messages to annoy folk back home. Thanks 3! When I set up roaming I assume it means everything. This discovery comes when trying to send pictures of a deserted beach that we walk about 4 miles on and only see 6 people [apart from the 2 "beach police" assumingly protecting the tourists... from what I really don't know].

Maria Islands [looks a bit like Tracey Island to me!]

Frigate birds ride thermals overhead looking like miniature pterodactyl's, with their 2 metre wing spans... and two of the people we pass are trying to coax a jellyfish back into the sea. The thing looks like a large, pink Cornish pastie and a nice Northern lady, trying to persuade it into the surf, assures us it's still alive because she has seen its "testicles" moving! It looks like its had it to me, so we move on. Oddly, the beach has the odd cowpat on it.

Anyway, we can't have been out in the sun for more than 90 minutes before we get back and even with factor 15 on we're pretty singed at the edges. So we retreat to the safety of a nice umbrella facing the sea and read for the rest of the day. I've bought 5 books this trip so I start with Will Self's Book Of Dave

Categories: Books, Travel

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