This little tiny fella will quietly sit by you as you eat.
No wonder I am looking younger. Everyday since I have been here, I have drunk at a minimum of 3 litres a day of water. You just need it. And you want it. It is quite warm, some moskitters at night but nothing some bug spray can’t deal with. I have been sleeping lots because the heat and activity just merit it. So needless to say the wrinkles go away and the skin looks healthy. Also I have been losing that party weight I put on towards the end of my stay on Gabriola. Feeling good. Liking it.
Young svelte vacationers enjoy the coral reef surf.
One word to the wise though, don’t always be honest about your status. You would think I would have learned this. But the tourist transport specialist aka bus driver for South Sea Cruises asks me where my friends are or am I travelling single. Well good ol’ Sara can’t tell a lie. So Prakash, as I come to know him, proceeds to try and convince me to go out with him, all within the space of 2 minutes. “No” I say, “I’m just doing my own thing”. “No no, I don’t want to get with you,” as he most eloquently puts it, “I just like your smile and energy and would like to have drinks with you and go dancing.” Well after shoving his contact information in my hand, I was able to deek out from further conversation as more people arrived to get on the bus. I had said no but they just don’t listen.
What is it about people, mostly men, that assume if you are single that you are ready and willing and available. Silly sods. From now on, I will have to tell a bit of a fib to avoid the whole dance because I really don’t like to hurt their feelings, which I know I shouldn’t care about, but I can’t help it, and to just tell them to buzz off doesn’t feel right either. So lying it will have to be. Besides I can’t help my magnetic personality (cough cough sputter sputter).
Today I heard a sad story about a beautiful 21 year old Austrian girl who had fallen in love with a very handsome Fijian man. She eventually found him fooling around on her, and in the end, was so devasted, she took her own life. They had her funeral today Fijian style. They built a pyre on the beach and cremated her. How sad. The man who told me the story summed it up with the statement, “See, all men are jerks!” I appreciated his support for the female gender but I did tell him that despite such experiences of which I can relate, I refuse to be cynical and believe that good men are out there as I know some lovely couples.
But for now, I will just enjoy watching them … I’ve got better things to do.
Men with a single ball !!!!
Love the stories, keep them coming (althought the love story is very sad).I have to ask…did you share any of your meal with the cat?
No actually – what a meany eh? He/she begs quite readily and most of the others did feed it, so I did not want to encourage the begging. Dogs and cats and horses, believe it or not, all run freely around here. Nobody ties up any of the animals. Then again there are no wild land mammals.
Hey there traveling gal, you keep on drinking water and getting younger!!
I can see things haven’t changed since I was there 20 years ago, never tell them you are single or alone.
wow keep sharing the beauty with us.
stay well and fell the Bliss
smiles
Hey SJB
A good reply which is not a lie: “That’s a personal question. I’d rather not say. Sorry.” Firm, with a smile or without. Worked for me most of the time.
Looking wonderful so far …
Thanks Penny, that’s helpful. I’ll try that one. Or I could say, “Well yes, but I am fraught with a whole array of contagious diseases!”