Since we still have the fridge in our room and can use the kitchen downstairs, our usual breakfast is joghurt, coffee and mango. Nice :) We made it to the beach today so early that even the chair selling lady could not believe her eyes. Apart from us there were only two fishermen around. Sun was covered with light clouds, so we could stay on the beach longer without having our hair dripping from sweat.
We decided to continue our diet "Look like Victoria's Secret Model!" and went out to have fruit plate in our usual place. She has it at least well in balance - water melon, pineapple, mango and banana. We ordered our food and ten minutes later I could only look at my yellow plate and ask the lady where did she hide the watermelon. Turned out, she just forgot it! She then grabbed the watermelon from her buddha altar and ran to the kitchen. I do hope, that the buddha was at least left with a can of beer or something. Other half of the watermelon maybe.
Another beach round in the afternoon. The wind had risen and sea was stormy. The waves were at least half a meter high. But the water was nice and warm. Then again, lying on the sand, we had the sand hitting us constantly. I returned to the room and took a well deserved nap.
We gave another chance to the Joy Restaurant for the dinner and that turned out to be one of the best service experiences so far. French fries were good too. As were the fried bananas. Victoria's Secret can hire some Peppa the Pigs now as models.
It's bath day in our 'hood today. There are water barrels out in front of the houses, one even has jacuzzi (to be honest tho, the jacuzzi is there every day on the street, filled with water), kids are stripped naked, grown-ups clean themselves through clothes and pour water over the heads. It seems that all the friends and relatives are invited, because the cleaning process was on high tours when we were going to the dinner and still rolling when we were returning from restaurant an hour later. The ones done, jumped on motor bikes and drove to beach or town. Depending, which party seemed better.
Our homestay is maintained by a lady, assumably the owner and her 8-10 years old son. Few times we have seen a guy sleeping next to the entrance too. The lady wakes up at 4am, does her exercise until 6am, goes to the market and lies on the bed or floor for the rest of the day. When we go to the kitchen in the morning to make coffee, she jumps up and joins us for some small talk. When we go to the beach, she climbs up to our room and changes the towels. Her son wakes up around 8am, goes to the living room, throws himself on the couch and remains there in front of his laptop until it's time to go to bed. This kind of exciting life is going on in our homestay.
We decided to continue our diet "Look like Victoria's Secret Model!" and went out to have fruit plate in our usual place. She has it at least well in balance - water melon, pineapple, mango and banana. We ordered our food and ten minutes later I could only look at my yellow plate and ask the lady where did she hide the watermelon. Turned out, she just forgot it! She then grabbed the watermelon from her buddha altar and ran to the kitchen. I do hope, that the buddha was at least left with a can of beer or something. Other half of the watermelon maybe.
Another beach round in the afternoon. The wind had risen and sea was stormy. The waves were at least half a meter high. But the water was nice and warm. Then again, lying on the sand, we had the sand hitting us constantly. I returned to the room and took a well deserved nap.
We gave another chance to the Joy Restaurant for the dinner and that turned out to be one of the best service experiences so far. French fries were good too. As were the fried bananas. Victoria's Secret can hire some Peppa the Pigs now as models.
It's bath day in our 'hood today. There are water barrels out in front of the houses, one even has jacuzzi (to be honest tho, the jacuzzi is there every day on the street, filled with water), kids are stripped naked, grown-ups clean themselves through clothes and pour water over the heads. It seems that all the friends and relatives are invited, because the cleaning process was on high tours when we were going to the dinner and still rolling when we were returning from restaurant an hour later. The ones done, jumped on motor bikes and drove to beach or town. Depending, which party seemed better.
Our homestay is maintained by a lady, assumably the owner and her 8-10 years old son. Few times we have seen a guy sleeping next to the entrance too. The lady wakes up at 4am, does her exercise until 6am, goes to the market and lies on the bed or floor for the rest of the day. When we go to the kitchen in the morning to make coffee, she jumps up and joins us for some small talk. When we go to the beach, she climbs up to our room and changes the towels. Her son wakes up around 8am, goes to the living room, throws himself on the couch and remains there in front of his laptop until it's time to go to bed. This kind of exciting life is going on in our homestay.
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