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As I lay in bed this morning, stirring from a broken sleep, the cool air penetrating the thin cotton sheet which lay over my body,which was more than adequate to keep me at warm during the balmy windswept night. I reach down and pull up the thick blanket which was located beneath my feet, as the warmth of my torso radiated back at me I was enveloped in a pleasant warmth.

I shut my eyes once more, and enjoyed this slumber.

I had no idea what the time was, where I was, I still do not. Those peaceful moments of bliss as you awake to the sounds of some far off land are something that I am sure to forget when I return to my life in the city. All through the night, the squawking of creatures I have yet to stumble upon, the buzz of insects I do not care to meet.

I heard keys jingling at my door, MY door, not even the door to the dorm. But the door to my three bedroom chalet. Basic but fully facilitated and of modest size, I could spend a life time in a shack this big. Entering from the front door, on the right is my adequately sized single room, complete with bed, small table and walk in wardrobe, which doubles as an under stairs spiders nest. On the right is the bathroom, no bath, but standard sink, shower and toilet.

Like all rooms in my new home, there are no glass in the windows, the only glass is in the big wooden doors which open out onto my veranda. Instead of a green house, this place lets the wind and fresh air pass right through, while a range of grates of numerous sizes keeps out both bugs and problems of the human variety.

One thing which brings me to now. Over the smell of my coffee, and the smell of the book on my lap, ‘Arthur Hailey’s “OverLoad”, printed in 1980. there fore has that smell which people miss in this modern age, which previously I would associate with stuffy but which is now synonymous(correct word?) with warmth, familiarity and knowledge.

Is the smell of the foliage and fauna in the local vicinity.

If I were to shut my eyes, I could be anywhere, I could be transported back to a huge green house in Cornwall where I have been during one of my relatively local jaunts around the UK countryside.

The smell is one I love, its coupled with a certain range of temperature and humidity too, a mid temperature, pleasant with scantily clad or otherwise, and strangely velvety and touching to the skin.

I wont go any further into describing my bijou kitchenette / diner in my open plan living space, or the jungle in which my oasis from the outside world is set…

Well not now, perhaps later after finishing my coffee, running this through a spell check, and meandering up to the main building to discover the delights of which time zone I am in fact in, If we are actually on the coast, and where I can obtain a bike to solitary cycle off into the misty luscious green mountain in the distance.

Things I clearly forgot to write about in that little descriptive update, Why the keys were jangling, The whirr of overhead planes, I was supposed to harp about them being like rolls of thunder.

The morning, the day and up till now.

From typing those few words, significant time has passed, my stomach has since been filled with an array of lightly fried vegetables accompanied by a singular egg. A strange orange passion powder with ice water from my overactive refrigerator, and multiple coffees made the Myanmar’s Mamma Su way, with plenty of condensed milk, the thick, creamy, sugary delight which I now find my self yearning with each moment that passes, knowing there is a chilled can of it in the fridge developing a deliciously seductive caramelly custard like skin.

So lets begin, yet again. I made my way to the main building, to be greeted by Adrienne, the nice lady who runs this place, yesterday she had offered to run me the couple of kilometers into the main town to the cycle rental place, I was running a bit late to meet her but when I managed to put my book down, I was greeted by her leaving the door with granddaughter in tow.

On the way into town, while being watched by said granddaughter the fear of god was briefly put into me, when I discover that dengue fever is here, prevously I thoughtit would be ok sans mozzie repelent but now I have some :) they dont seem so after me but if theres a risk of nasty sickness its certainly a good idea to evade their nasty little needly mouths.

Anyway, I scored a bicycle, a new blue one :) slightly girly with the much needed basket on the front, much needed as I am now totally without a rucksack, kinda a mistake leaving my last one empty behind under the bed of my last hostel, but the straps were broken, IF I am to replace it, I want one of those ones that squishes up into a tiny little ball, like the one Audry had in India, back in those early days of my round the world trip.

Once obtaining my wheels, I set off, first I stopped off at the local food hall. I decided to pick up my usual, this seems to be what I can and will pick up at almost any place in the world, not everywhere its good value, but it provides me with what I like to think is what I need for a few meals. Onions, Peppers, Salami, Courgettes and Olives in oil stuffed with Feta, oh and some Eggs too.

After dropping my stash of goodies off, I began my afternoon, now toting a bag of goodies, an apple,some crackers and a hard boiled egg,I didn’t realize when setting off that I had forgotten the vital and ultra important, WATER. To cut a long story short, I cycled for 45 minutes until my alarm went off, on the way passing a gym, which on the way back I visited to inquire about the possibility of some casual much needed work out sessions.

My unplanned destination was a long stretch of beach, well not all that long, but long enough for the 2 couples at either end of my beach to not be able to see me, hear me, or even tell that I, one person is even sitting there, it was like having a beach to my self, this is whatI had hoped for thailand, some sort of paradise where there is just me on a beach. Except in Thailand I knew id have mobile reception, here there is mobile but no GPRS or EDGE, hhahaha, maybe thats a good thing, in fact it certainly is.

I had the opportunity to just sit there, on the windy beach, watching the waves crash on the reef in the distance, huge white waves, with a ‘Pacific’ blue wash deep withing, much like the blue of a glacier. A slightly less
greeny blue than ‘Cornwall’ blue, and slightly less blue than the blues of the sea I experienced in Kaikoura, ( I hear that milky blue, was due to volcanic dust washed down from the mountains). I noticed something move by my hand, the seasoned travel photographer in me (altho currently lacking in acceptable results) jumped for his camera. I set it straight to macro mode, personally my favorite mode :) to my delight was the smallest hermit crab I have ever seen. Smaller than my fingernail, and orange, was its little body in its cream shell running away from me along the coral made white sand. I got some nice photos of it and then read some more of my book before beginning the long cycle back to my chalet..

what must be 10, a montage of cocks, cockadoodledooing

Dengue fever, most wildest place that I have visited, literally in the middle of the ocean.

I’m wondering whether its really bad to switch between styles of writing, or even be this aware when typing, it must come over as a mis-match of typed goobley gook. But I will persevere and continues to write about my day. It doesn’t really matter anyway, as I hear most people skim over my blog entries when forced to read them.

Is pop addictive and brain numbing, brain washed cannot think, lost my thread,,

So after a slightly drawn out morning, multiple coffees and getting ready, I

So after a long drawn out morning, airport churches remind me of story of graves sinking into the sea, of a oncologist who scammed people back in the land of the silver fern New Zealand

today I discovered the colour, pacific blue. Like the airline must be named after, edge of the reef protecting the island from the crashing waves, crashing multiple 2.5 meters in the air

I wish I could write, I wish my words didn’t come out like they were written by a child. Or like someone had written them with their left foot, you know when they cannot use their hands and culr their toes around the biro.

I just received a text message from Natasha, from Auckland, her and Pikky are currently in wellington, its rainy and windy there, tomorrow they will be going up to Auckland, back to home and I presume back to their lives, A town planner/surveyor I think, and Pikky is some sort of stage/movie/filiming type person I think, I should have paid more attention but I dont think ttinkthat I actually asked.

Now i’m sipping on silky hot Nescafe, made with sweeteners and enough condensed milk to give me the calcium for the day… not, i’m kinda sure that the amount of processing required to get the milk so delicious will be killing any of the mineral quality to the drink

Things I noted to mention about Raratonga:

mention the greenery

the red flowers /

I didnt spell check or sort this entry sorry… its up in almost note form xoxo

I'm on my SECOND wednesday of this week!

Wednesday was yesterday and todaY!!!