Wednesday 30th
October
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| No not a ferry but a water taxi...but the approximate region is correct |
Pete and I had a lovely visit with our friend Heather while he was
laid up on his side, being postured
for his eye. Heather and Tony are great travellers,
very intrepid, and I have been saving this email, which she sent me when we were
near Flores:
We have very happy
memories of sailing from island to island in Indonesia some years ago now (we
got as far as Flores/Komodo going east) – albeit not in a lovely boat like 2xs
but in a decrepit fishing boat on a cheapo backpackers trip.
I am sure I told you
at the time the tale of the young woman who was leaning on the upper deck rail
one late afternoon when the railing gave way and she fell metres into the water
– and then her young boyfriend made matters ten times worse when he heroically
jumped in after her! Though the boat
turned around immediately it took ages to turn and they were little dots swimming
towards us by then, and it was getting dark... thank goodness for the wonderful
warm (and fortunately shark-free!) waters. We did pick them up and they
were none the worse for wear though very tired and shaken.
She later said to Tony
and me that she thought we were “amazing old people” to be roughing it
alongside them in that way and that her parents would never do a thing like
that – it made us feel so ancient and we were still in our forties/very early
fifties then I think!
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| Heather and Tony |
(Yesterday in the
car Rose (1½) called me Opa. That’s
not very kind, Rose, said Zoe (3½).
I turned and
said, Well I’m not a man, am I Zoe?
No, she said, smiling lovingly. You are a kind of old woman.)
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