Namrole Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 3 Aug 2016 22:37
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Namrole
Bimble
 A herd of us in blue Namrole rally
tee shirts in company with our individual boat guides set off toward the market
seemingly following a trio of goats, makes a bit of a
change from chickens.
 Within seconds Bear was driving a ‘one
careful owner’ sporting his traditional
headwear.
  Our first supermarket and ladies boutique
next door.
 Berger Paint
garages.
  Our next shop was more hardware with a shelter and thoughtfully placed funnel.
Dodgy looking fluid half filled the two litre water bottles – petrol for the motorbikes and scooters.
  New build / old
build – difficult to tell. A rooster and his
laydee have taken the sand pile as their courting ground.
  A car inspection
pit next to a chapel.
  Another ‘petrol
station in pink’, no thoughtfully placed funnel. Opposite a public bin complete with chickens.
 A gorgeous Berger
House.
  Am abandoned kiddies play park with ghost
tour.
  An ominous
sign and B&Q.
 Mrs Regents
restaurant.
  Not a inspection pit but a car wash we are told. A happy little
house.
  By the time we had taken our turn
around the market the lady of the happy house had put out her washing. I loved this hardware
store.
 Much activity
outside B&Q as an order had come in.
 Quite a handsome
little chap.
  A very posh
shop. Telephones, Sim cards and sunglasses on the left. Out of curiosity
we all went over to look at what was on offer, A Samsung Galaxy Ace 1 was a
million and a half Rupiah (about seventy five pounds). The right side of the
shop was totally dedicated to shampoo, conditioner and perfume. I had to walk
incredibly quickly past the drying cloves, I simply
loath the strong aroma of the beastly things.
 Traditional head
carrying or hands free.
 I stopped to take a picture of this
sad sight, a gorgeous bird tied to a metal perch by a
metal tether, no sign of Trill or fresh water. The idiot looking at me on the
right said “Come to Papa” at which point I felt the need to be rude,
I’m not sure if he knows what “in your dreams pencil p---k” means but it made me
feel a little better. It didn’t stop him from then roaring up and down the road
on his special two-stroke rent-a-wreck acting the tool he really
is.
 We all spun when this trusty mobile rocketed into life with a sudden roar.
Particularly struck by the Chelsea Football Club sticker proudly placed at the
front for all to see. We would have loved a ride in this super, air-conditioned love bug.
  By the time we had stopped back at our first supermarket
for Gin to buy bread we had quite the gang of happy, smiling
children.
  The sight literally
outside the port entrance.
 Back at base we settled for a beer,
me a shandy and to watch the children having fun leaping off
the rickety jetty. Michael was gleaming with hot news. Last night the
boys had been rooked by Mrs-Regents-Bintang-Beer-stranglehold at 80,000 Rupiah,
just over four pounds a bottle. The boys told Raymond our rally coordinator that
no more of the golden fluid would be purchased by any of us – price drop to
30,000 or one pound fifty.......... Back to Beez for a shower, ready to return
at five o’clock for the evening program.
ALL IN ALL A DEPRESSING
AMOUNT OF RUBBISH
A VERY SPREAD-OUT
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