The sea is extremely rough today. I spent the morning on the beach, reading under a straw umbrella, with massive waves crashing just a few metres away. The resort has a long bay of its own, with a rocky bit at its furthers extreme, and nearly in the centre of this bay the waves were roughest, tearing into the sand so it piled in up a sort of ridge. The GF went for a swim or, more accurately, a tentative paddle, and I couldn’t read during that time as my eyes were fixed on him and occasionally darting towards the life jackets and tubes under a warning red sign. My arranging the contacts yesterday might have been for nothing; I doubt there is much snorkelling tomorrow and certainly none today. (The rough sea is after a night of heavy rain and strong winds.
After trying out the beach barbeque last night (better than expected) we strolled out to the road to find a Chinese fish restaurant. It was a pleasant walk though there was one very large road with extremely fast traffic to cross (but not much of it). The meal itself was served by the Chinese owner who, as is the way of such restaurants was not particularly helpful in guiding us towards their specialities (‘You want fish? You order fish. You want it fried? You order fried.’) So I ordered some squid, morning glory and what I’d heard was their particular speciality, butter prawns. This was a peculiarly post-industrial dish, but very well made and not something that we would order otherwise, so I was happy. Now, at 3, we have the massage that comes with the room booking – they tried to up sell it to the full version in which, aside from a longer massage you get a petal bath and ‘special gift’ (a batik sarong) but were turned down, so I shall now be off for the more modest included version shortly.