and does a roaring trade in fish farms
Further down along the coast, what else? : a bat cave with warnings to give them priority in crossing the road
It was getting
late and we were beginning to despair of finding anywhere to stay. The
satnav helpfully indicates the location of hotels and pointed us to a
relatively unpromising-looking area where a dozen or so people seemed to be
enjoying a Saturday night BBQ in front of a building. The usual
charades about sleeping didn't have much luck but the trump in the pack
proved to be an 11 year old boy called Robin who spoke a modicum of
English...all set!
When we came downstairs to go out to eat, we were
enthusiastically invited to join the BBQ, and thereafter treated as
royal guests.
Poor Robin was called from his play with his schoolfriends
and deputised by his proud father to sit by my side all evening and
"translate" - I shouldn't be at all surprised if he wasn't making up on
the spot at least half of what he was telling us all, but the
conversation flowed well enough and everyone seemed happy with his skills; photos
were taken and exchanged by email as we enjoyed chicken and sausages and
salad and oysters, until we had to refuse any more platefuls...




