The morning was spent reading on the cabin's balcony, as we start the lazy part of the trip. Like much of the cabin, it is a confection of purple and lime green under a corrugated iron roof.
The cabin owes its character to the fact it was not only conceived and designed, but also constructed and decorated, in a style best described as Soweto chic. Much was achieved despite the absence of both plumbline and level, so right angles whilst not absolutely absent, remain something of a rarity.
This wouldn't be of concern except for the decision to fit sliding glass doors to access the bathroom and balcony. The doors have long given up their uneven uphill struggle, and now, when they deign to open at all, will only open sufficiently to permit access in a sideways manner.
This morning the owner, a genial and tactile man but seemingly not blessed with mechanical sympathy, attempted to make reparations armed with a can of WD40. After 10 minutes hard toil and having managed to jam one door half open, he ruefully admitted his attempts had only made matters worse and it would be better to wait for his assistant who would return tomorrow. We will see.
After lunch we repaired to the beach. This is a pretty crescent of light coloured sand, backed by palm trees and with warm water.
The trouble was that yesterday's wind had caused great Pacific rollers to evade the protecting coral reef and come crashing onto the shore.
We tried going into the sea but the force of the waves was too great so we settled for a very pleasant stroll up and down the beach. I am sure tomorrow will be calmer as the wind has abated.
We admired sunset on the beach, then walked the gentle few hundred metres back to the lodge.
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