I'm pretty relaxed when it comes to food and will eat most things - as unfortunately my waistline will contest. The fish crackers dished up for our early breakfast however, pushed even my limits. Surprisingly Mr F, who won't eat prawns or fish with bones or pretty much anything that lives in water, ate these with relish. Or at least, a couple of these. After that, he too gave it a miss and renegaded them to cat treats.

Today I was accompanying Mr F on a morning bird walk. Partly because it was a nice temperature, partly because I might see some primates, but mostly because it was on the flat.

We drove up the hill and then stopped to decamp our gear and lock the car. At least that was the plan. The damn thing refused point blank to play ball and at most we could get three doors to lock but never the same three doors. After a short period of shouting, we called it quits and drove back to the hotel with the aim to ring the rental company. Of course, we had discounted Sod's law. The locking mechanism worked perfectly in the hotel car park. And then again back up the hill. So, now slightly later than planned, we headed out on our walk.

I have noticed over the years that left to my own devises, I rarely look upwards anymore. Unless of course, I'm aiding in the sighting of something incredibly rare. Instead I usually find myself staring downwards. I have explained this with two reasons. 1) I'm rather fond of the stuff down there e.g. beetles, fungi, spiders, plants, etc. 2) It stops me tripping over. It means therefore that we cover most areas: Mr F the tree branches and sky and me, tree trunks and the ground. Between us we manage to see a lot of good stuff - at least, what we count as good stuff anyway.

My haul for this walk included purple toadstools, orchids, about a million mostly unidentifiable species of squirrel and some really interesting looking spider holes.. I only say holes as despite the deployment of the first rule of biology, the swines refused to show their faces. A good wiggly stick always works for Attenborough but alas not for us this time.

We were unaware of the type of spider living within the interesting looking holes. It was only later back at the hotel that we saw a photo of an identical hole. Perhaps it was a good thing the owner didn't show its face as it would have belonged to a tarantula. But then again...? And all that was on top of Mr F's flying lizard and birds.

We discovered a new convenience shop on in the way back through town. Staffed by what looked like the world's smallest and oldest woman. That or a gnome. We emptied the shelves of diet coke for Mr F and satay broad beans for me and scurried out before we got carted off to fairyland never to be seen again.

Back at the hotel, I found we had HBO on the TV and I'm ashamed to admit that had me settled in for the afternoon. Mr F headed back out to tackle one of the more rigorous forest trails and left me in peace to watch Lord of The Rings.

He returned with tales of the Scarlet- Rumped Trogon that was seen but not collared for a photo (mostly due to the camera being back in the room watching TV with me). He'd also found a new 'shopping plaza'

We headed that way for dinner and plumped for the Arzed restaurant as it was busy. Here we got to play our favourite game of menu roulette. Or so we thought. My ordered nasi goreng Thai was out of stock so I had nasi goreng USA instead. Turned out to be most unlike any rice dish we'd come across so far. it was delicious none the less once I'd learnt to work around the red chillies.

We've noticed that pretty much every eating establishment wad adorned with cuddly tiger toys. Have yet to find out the significance though. The Arzed had really gone for it with 4 giant specimens bigger than my Labrador and being sat on by a multitude of children. Don't think my dog would have sat quite so still though.