Wanci Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 8 Aug 2016 22:47
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Wanci
Bimble
  The ambulance dropped us at an eatery being built around us as we settled to the noise of
a circular saw and much hammering. Settling in two
groups, each with someone able to trot us around the menu.
  Deb poses with our Coca-cola and Lemonade, as you can see it translated into a
coca-nut and liquidised melon................. Well we are in Indonesia. The
boys could have downed a long, cold beer – no, this is a dry city.... Bear’s lunch came ten minutes before mine and ten minutes
after Mary’s, a very tasty seafood rice with an egg on the top. I went for plain
noodles with little bits of chicken.
  Any scraps went to the fish who
circled hungrily in their netted pen. Lightening speed.
  The far end
once the other group had left looked quite pleasant. The
reception room was laid out nicely although the right hand wall was a bit
off upright.
  Time to explore the facilities. Natural air conditioning along each wall, the nice, big space currently being used by the decorators to
store their stuff.
 The luxury
toilet complete with bailing pail. The water added flushed the lot
straight out below into the sea. The aroma – moving on.
  The door
lock and bent nail door handle.
  The wash
basin on the terrace. The work in progress
pile.
 We watched as
Bruce tried on a 2XL tee shirt that just went over his head, it fitted Deb well,
perhaps a little long but no chance for Bear or me. Familiar looking boxes
behind the cash desk, these were called City Fried
Chicken. Total price for lunch for the two of us............ a colossal
five pounds.........
 Walking out to the High Street we
wondered if this should now be called the Rescued
Craft.
 The skeleton is all that’s left of
this one careful owner.
  The
frontage to our lunch spot belies the joys ‘at the rear’. Two doors down
the Hotel Wakatobi (we think all part of the same
‘complex’.
 Along the road we found a toy shop with a fruit and veg stall. As a treat we bought
a pear each for seventy five pence, four apples for a pound and a melon for
pound.
  Looking down the
road, the adventure saved for another day.
 We crossed over to see a kiddies ride under the shade of a tree tucked between the
bank and the supermarket.
  The well stocked
shop. Bruce checking out the ‘dangerous’
sauces.
 The brightest
cot I have ever seen.
  When did this happen ??? so many different flavours of talc.
        Photographs of the town and market, favourite was the hardware
shop.
 Bear must have felt the
need to make up for the malaria test fiasco this morning as he offered me boiled
eggs for supper, produced an egg event and bade me
enjoy the fantastic sunset.
   ALL IN ALL A NOISY BUSTLE IN
POOR REPAIR
TYPICALLY INDONESIAN BUT SLIGHTLY BETTER
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