…on a lazy, lovely day.
Got up, had a yummy if massively overpriced breakfast, then asked our host about bikes. 3,000 for a day; 2,500 per diem for more. Done! We’ll take three days please. Even though the forecast was for pretty much incessant rain, with thunderstorms in the afternoon, our supply of jam is holding up and it looked like being a slightly overcast day, but nothing sinister. He said half an hour, maybe 45 minutes, we said fine.
Lounged around reading our books for an hour or so, then the bike turned up. Went over. Didn’t like the look of it from the off. It was clearly ancient, and had many scrapes, bits of trim coming off, altogether unencouraging. And I’m not fussy. In brief, I told our host it looked like a pile of crap, and I wasn’t taking it. He offered to get us another. Fine. 45 minutes later we set off on the replacement. Much better. It even had a working speedo and fuel gauge. Posh.
Went off to the beach, a different one, and had a lovely time lounging around, swimming, and overcastbathing. Came back to town and went to the only halfway salubrious place we could find that was open and had food, it being Ramadan. We were all set for chicken burger and chips when the nice young man said they only had four things out of the extensive menu. One being – da-dah! – biryani! Very tasty it was too.
Mid-afternoon by now, back to the room for some quiet time, then off to a local beach for the sunset and a beer, then back to the lunchtime place for the chicken burger, which was a belter. Then back along the pitch black roads to base, ready for a bit of telly and a barely-earned rest.