Oh...and here's the bat that got into our room. When Brad saw it he screamed and covered his head with a pair of underwear he'd been holding. Then he ran out of the room.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Tangalla
After the long hike we were ready for the beach. We cut out plans for a safari and went straight for the sand instead. We lucked out with our beach spot, we were at the quiet end of an out of the way spot, so we rarely saw anyone but the owners of our guesthouse, which was just $25 a night. It didn't take long to settle into a routine: wake up, coffee, pineapple and coconut, walk, swim, books, beer, nap, calamari, swim, books, shower, dinner, gin rummy, sleep. Repeat. Besides the fruit for breakfast we didn't eat anything other than seafood, which paired nicely with arrack, the locally fermented beverage of choice.
Oh...and here's the bat that got into our room. When Brad saw it he screamed and covered his head with a pair of underwear he'd been holding. Then he ran out of the room.
Oh...and here's the bat that got into our room. When Brad saw it he screamed and covered his head with a pair of underwear he'd been holding. Then he ran out of the room.
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4 comments:
LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE HAVING TONS OF FUN! WE LOVE THE PICS.
ANG AND ABBY
I've always found Brad to be an paragon of masculine strength and fortitude and therefore your bat/underwear story rings false.
haha!! I can just picture Brad! This past Fall we had a bat in the house and it was a pretty similar situation but way more profanities ;) Miss you guys! XO's Michaela
Love the pictures. It's just beautiful.
As to Brad, the bat and the underwear, I'm pretty much speechless!
Jan
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