The hammock did not prove a great success from my point of view, since I slept little. This is largely attributable to the fact that I was cold tho’, due to a poor arrangement of the blanket around me. And after that? Very little to relate really. I’m annoyed with myself (+ Val is too) that I put the film in to be developed, since it means hanging around in a place we really have had our fill of. Still, there are worse places to be stuck – a tropical paradise, sun, sand, and sex. Anyway…
After breakfast – a couple of pineapple rolls from the bakery – we spent the rest of the day sitting outside the café where we were camped, just sitting, reading, talking, occasionally taking time off to swim. Chatted with various people – mainly a couple of American guys + a Spaniard, + then later a NY Jewish couple. All fairly inconsequential, just passing time. In the evening we ate lobster with tomato salad. It was OK, but not wonderful, + we felt we were overcharged. Then, in the evening, we moved house + social scale once again, moving down to a tent on the beach, + then spent the evening talking + playing cards, tho’ at a different café. I slept well in the tent, Val less so – we seem to alternate. Then, again, breakfast + coffee.
We’ve now switched patronage to our new café – a) they seem nicer b) they’re looking after our bags c) their coffee is better d) their coffee is cheaper. More reading – Val is on Solzen, me on “The Plumed Serpent” by DH Lawrence – then a swim, then a trip to the bakery, where we met not only the American we’d met last night, but also the NY Jews – Richie + Risa – + also Henriette. They were all sitting round drinking coffee, so that’s what we did too, for the next hour or more. A really nice bakery, all out in the open, with a friendly + unusually sardonic old Mexican lady. Shopped, then visited R + R’s café, first to borrow olive oil, then to swim, then to sing. That was fine. Richie is a good guitarist, + we were able to find a few songs to sing, some of them working really well. Then moved to join a couple of guitarists next door, but Val + I could only really listen then, since it was a guitar jam session. In any case, Val did not feel well, so went to lie down. Later, a fabulous meal, an omelette with onions + tomato, cooked outdoors. Later, coffee. A good day.
Never have got on with hammocks all that well. The promise is great – especially with the normal advertising accompaniments: white sand, cocktail, etc – but I find the reality uncomfortable. I still remember the pineapple empanadas however, which were, hot from the oven, entirely wonderful.
Nice to meet up with others for socialising (though I don’t know why I felt the need to define R + R by their Jewishness.) And especially good to make music together, even if my contribution is to provide words… which others can do anyway.
I never got my films processed in whatever country I was in, but sent them home in a package with discarded clothing, little trinkets from whatever country I was visiting, etc. I’m glad I chose that route! Once I met a lovely couple in Egypt, whose son was studying in the US, and they carried my film canisters home, then sent them to my mother. It’s so much easier these days! I can email a photo immediately, and even though I don’t use Facebook or Instagram, they’re great for sharing photos.
Sorry you couldn’t get the hang of a hammock. My only complaint is they’re so difficult to get out of!