Not that you’d know that I’ve been away… but I have.
We have.
The current Mrs. Masher and I.
Just returned from a very relaxing, all-inclusive, adults only holiday in Cape Verde.
‘Relaxing’ was the word: we planned to do bugger all and we did bugger all.
Apart from. going out on a catamaran for the day and also on some dune buggies.
Oh, and there was the 4×4 excursion.
And the longwalks in the blazing sun, to bag a couple of Geocaches. Mad dogs and Englishmen and all that!
But, apart from that, our time was mainly spent lazing in and around the pool, drinking beer and knocking back the ol’ cuba libras.
I did plenty of reading: various radio, electronics, computer and motorcycling magazines that I had taken with me, and also some books on my Kindle. I finally got round to reading (and finishing) Animal Farm – any time I mentioned that to any of the many casual acquaintances that we made around the pool, the conversation would always go thusly:
“What’s that you’re reading there?”
“Animal Farm”
“Oh, not the original one, I hope”, they would say with a loud snigger and a wink. It would seem that for many, the ‘original’ Animal Farm is a porn film about beastiality that was made in the 1980s, and not the George Orwell classic from 1945… which is, of course, what I was reading.
I also whiled away some of the time by listening to music and comedy shows that I had pre-loaded onto my mp3 player.
One day, as I lay giggling on my sunbed, under the shade of a palm tree, the young waiter who was collecting the empty glasses, asked what I was laughing at. “Steptoe & Son”, I said.
“I have not heard of this”, he said.
“It’s sixty years old, so I’m not really surprised”, I replied.
“What is it about?” he continued, his rictus-like smile never dropping.
“It’s about a father and son who work together in London as rag and bone men and…”. His uncomprehending eyes told me there was very little point in explaining any further. “Don’t worry about it”, I said. “Can I have two more beers, please?
Glad you had a good time.
After 1984 (other farms were available) I bet you are both well buggered.
We’re exhausted, Alan.
But yes: a bloody good holiday.
My son’s fiancee is into geocaching and when they came with me to walk the dog at the Oval ( YWAM..Highfield Oval) in Harpenden a while ago, she found the 2 that were there. I have since found one of them again as it can’t move, but the one that was sort of hanging in a bush seems to have gone! It was quite exciting !
Yes, it can be fun. The thing that the missus and I like, is that it tends to take you to places you wouldn’t otherwise visit. The walk we did during this holiday, took us to a beautiful section of unspoilt beach that we wouldn’t have seen otherwise.
We’ve done a lot in this country (not sure how many in Harps), but we tend to mainly do them abroad now.
And yes, sadly, sometimes they do get stolen 🙁
You probably need a holiday to recover from all that activity. All inclusive holidays can be exhausting! Cape Verde is a stopping off point for transatlantic sailors. I’ve seen a lot of YouTube video covering the island, its inhabitants, and their lifestyle. It’s also a stopping off point for RAF flights from Brize to Stanley.
Cape Verde is a small cluster of islands, We stayed at one of the two tourist islands, Boa Vista.
I doubt the RAF stop off there, as the airport is tiny and the runway doesn’t even have landing lights.
They use Amilcar Cabral
I bet they do.
Reduces inflammation AND soothes skin.
You dirty old man!
Glad you enjoyed such a literary classic by the pool. I’ve always fancied Cape Verdi.
“You derrrty old man!” is probably nearer, Jules, but good attempt 🙂
Nice place to go if you just want to relax in the sun and not do any sightseeing… because there isn’t any real sights to see.
But don’t go if you are allergic to cats. There were dozens of them in our hotel, just wandering around freely in the grounds and in the bars and in the dining halls. They were there to keep the rodents down, I assume. They were friendly enough, but when I’d said to my missus to take me on holiday to somewhere with plenty of pussy, that wasn’t what I was expecting.