Still in Lagos
DecaDance's Web Diary
Chris White and Jeanna Coleman
Wed 8 Dec 2010 23:01
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Position: 37:06.6N 008:40.5W
- Lagos Marina
Chris got back - eventually - from the shower block yesterday
morning with the words, "Come and have a look at this hun, it's like something
from the backwaters of the Amazon." I'd already realised that something
was up when I flushed the toilet and the incoming water was like tea. I
went up on deck and the clear waters of the marina had turned to fudge coloured
slush dotted with islands of debris thanks to the thunderstorms throughout
the night and into the morning - hence Chris' delay returning from the
shower.
I spent the day cleaning and trying, unsuccessfully, to
arrange my belongings. It just gave me a headache. Instead of
wardrobes and chests of drawers I now have three measely cupboards for all my
clothes, and however much I try to stuff in what little I haven't yet chucked
away I can't organise everything so that I can get to any of it
without ejecting everything else first. Chris lived out of an A4
sized locker when he was in the Navy and one half of me is mightily impressed
with the order of neatly folded clothes in his cupboards and the other half
of me is booking swimming lessons a la Julia Roberts in
the film Sleeping With the Enemy.
Chris returned to the chandlers yesterday to arrange an
electrician to look at our bow-thruster and we waited in for the rest of the day
for him not to turn up. There was no way anyone was going to turn up today
as it's a bank holiday here in Portugal so once this morning's rains had cleared
we got on our bikes and headed back to the beach. We stopped off for lunch
at a ramshackle local eaterie and were amazed by the quality and price of the
food. As well as the usual bread, butter, sardine paste and olives, they
served a big plate of prawns as the cover. We both ordered
sardines and we were happy with the platter of 6 good sized fish, encrusted
with sea-salt and fresh off the barbeque along with local potatoes and
salad. Just as we tucked in the chef slid another half dozen onto the
platter - that'll be three for me and nine for Chris then. Chris is
so much more adept than me at filleting a fish - a cartoon cat would have been
proud of the fishy skeletons left by my beloved.
We popped into the supermarket on the way home, and I popped
back an hour later 'cos we'd forgotten sugar for Ryan and bread for us
all. Last night was chicken with a jar of Sharwood's Tikka Marsala
and tonight was Brain's Faggots - you can take the people out of
England...
I was bitten on my foot last night - I think by a mozzie as
Ryan has witnessed their presence here. I'm not impressed. Mozzies
love me and I normally tolerate them in exchange for sun-kissed beaches or the
awe and adventure of say, the Amazon rainforest. As much as I like it here
I'm not prepared to put up with being munched by mozzies for cheap sardines and
even cheaper local wine. And the rate we're going on we'll have run out of
Tetley teabags before we even get to the Canaries. Did I mention you can
take the people out of England?... |