Tuesday, 3 March 2009

Che joins the King

The title refers to my reading "The Motorcycle Diaries" on this trip and thus for me Che, like Elvis, lives. It is an interesting book although I really cannot imagine how they filmed it. By and large Che's behaviour is fairly reprehensible - when viewed from my age - or admirable - when viewed from his age when he took the trip! The book addresses this conflict but I am stuffed if I can see how it would be done in a film!

The translator of the book does explain the meaning of the nickname 'Che' as being Argentinian for something like 'mate'. This makes a lot more sense than our big fat English- Spanish dictionary, which translates it as 'Argentinian'.

As well as reading this tome I got out this morning for a repeat of the run through the port and managed a 30 second improvement. If this keeps up I will have to downgrade the distance.

At 6am the weather was quite reasonable: about 26 degrees and a steady 70% humidity. By lunchtime the humidity had stayed constant but the temperature had risen. As I walked back to the Hotel the clouds were gathering but have not yet dumped forth: they are probably awaiting my departure for 'Le Redezvous' to put on some beef.

There follow a few images of the local vegetation. Frances has noted that when you encounter lush green vegetation it generally means that water is not a problem, which certainly seems to correlate well with this trip to Vanuatu.


























In fact the beef did not get put on at the restaurant. They listed a very interesting looking eye fillet avec langoustine but I decided that a Red Snapper dish was the go: and extremely tasty it was. I'll be revisiting the place on Thursday for their Sri Lankan curry night, having checked that this week - unlike last time - it won't be shut for some high-priced help having a private function. On the subject of last time, I referred then to the number of geckos on the ceiling: the most I counted tonight was 12 and an image of a couple of them is below- note the shiny eyes. I also snapped some of the local art hung on the wall.

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