John and Amanda arrived late last night to join the brigade for the last few days. Of course, Matura and Tatty are with us again, too. We couldn’t imagine finishing without those two.
Yesterday, it was a wet afternoon and evening, so packing up was a bit soggy. With the rain comes more humidity afterwards; our clothes and bodies underneath feel moist at all times. Nothing ever really dries out.
Also, Tania and Emma have joined the rest of the Allan family now; they look fresh and clean…we humbly apologised for our appearance.
We followed the road, which was mostly uphill…isn’t the beach at sea level and “all downhill from here” John??? We crossed a small section of tarmac (which made us chuckle -see photo) which was at a junction in a village we passed, where we saw a speckled green snake (Philothamnus punctatus) and a stream for some of us to take a quick dip.
Camp is in a beautiful piece of land, with huge fan palms contributing to its feel of a real coastal jungle. Bev and Kathy’s laundry has been washed and hung, although right now, we are waiting for the third torrential downpour to end since we arrived in camp. This one’s a doozy! Maybe clean clothes wasn’t the smartest decision, but one never knows here on the coast.
There’s one thing that a storm brings - a feeling of closeness as we all join together to keep dry under a tarp.
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.