Day 5

Hyperbole is a funny word! Of course it could be a miss-spelled curve only mathematicians can get truly excited about, but it's also a dangerous precedent for writers to over-egg the pudding. So I'm resisting the temptation to suggest that tragedy has struck, for fear of belittling anyone who is truly living in tragic circumstances, but I am saddened to report that I've come down with the most hideous dose of cough/cold/snot imaginable in such a short timeframe. Yesterday I was just a bit bunged, today it's full-blown Man-Flu.

Early breakfast and doses of various potions from the bulging medicine bag did not encourage my sinuses to clear up so at 07:30 I reported to the DMs (also at breakfast) my predicament and instead of heading to the dive centre went back for more breakfast. Then took all my gear back home and joined the Hubby for one circuit, by which time I'd had enough. He continued his determined exercise regime whilst I went home, getting there just in time to miss a torrential 20 minute downpour and hoping Hubby was sheltering too (he was.)

I tried in vain for a while to get my dive computer connected to my Mac, it's being extremely annoying at present, but failed. I did write a bit of blog and annotate photos prior to uploading to FaceBook, everything taking ages as I'm so poor and unable to think properly! Hubby returns and tries to get me engaged but I'm not having any of it, so he goes snorkelling whilst I fight self-pity and dreadful internet in equal measures. 

Finally after a modest lunch, mostly tasteless but that's probably just me, we return to find it's taken three hours to upload 51 photos, but at least that job is done for the day. I vegetate for the afternoon but feel a bit better as sundowner hour approaches - just dangle a bottle of wine in front of me and I will keep on going! Then after a change of shirts it's off to the pre-booked Full Moon feast, which was a mostly jolly affair on the beach near the Asian Wok, where about 30 tables were set for a great buffet of oriental offerings, the Tom Yam was perfect for clearing my tubes (for a while at least) and plenty of exotics followed from all regions of Asia. Unfortunately the appalling rowdiness of the 'Russian Eight' on the next table pissed me off, and the wine I had chosen was disappointing too! Both these more a statement of my mood perhaps?

It was a lovely, romantic walk back in the moonlight, water lapping at our bare feet ... my grumpiness drifted off towards the stars - as well as Venus, Jupiter and Mars. (Yes, in this unpolluted air we can easily see all three planets at present, but not at the same time - Jupiter gets up a couple of hours after the others have gone to bed.)