5/2/2011

Joined all the backpackers on the long trip to the 'Hole in the Wall'. Hiked ove some big hills, coming across a variety of farm wildlife and locals having just caught mussels. Some brave people tried them raw. I wasn't up for that.

The views on the wak were picturesque, hiking along the coast being able to see the sea out to the horizon in the heat of the day was perfect and an excuse for me to get topless once again. It was quite diverse aswell actually, palm-like trees running along most of the coast, banana trees, cacti (with very poisonous sap), lily marshes, sandy beaches, rocky beaches, waterfalls, large rock formations and cows lounging on the beach. There really was lots to see.

The Hole in the Wall however, was a bit of an anti-climax. It was a rock just off land with a hole in the bottom where the waves smashed through. We were baked cheese and tomato toasties on the fire in the woodland (next to the water) and then went for a dip. It was freezing. Amazing how different the temperature was from Durban up the coast. Trying to dodge the waves and ride them was fun until toes and testes began to drop ff but we were soon back in to man-up and jump into the crazy current and waves from the rocks. It was dangerous with the mossy rocks we were diving off and Mike ended up with a couple of monster cuts on his feet and dripping blood when we got out of the water.

Got driven back to C-Bay, and I managed to watch a bit of Spurs beating Bolton, Newcastle's comeback v Arsenal and the rugby.

Made myself burewurs and sweetcorn rolls before a big night on the drink. Between the three of us we polished a bottle of whiskey in an hour and then ran up a dangerous tab. Mingled all night having a laugh, playing killer pool (I was the last one of the crew left in but didn't win - some cheating English lad did though!). It was Mike's birthday at midnight so we went round with two pint glasses getting travellers to add their own drinks so we could give him dirty pints. He took them down and he became a mess. Job done.

The Shack gave him a bottle of Champers too and within long his top was off and he was way-ing one of the girls. Waying being him handing his drink to a girl, asking her to hold it, and then fondling her boobs shouting 'waaaahey'. I didn't see the stunt, but he got soaked as she poured his drink all over him. I was in stitches when hearing about the story from her the following morning.

I just remember chatting to lots of Germans and Swiss in German, or what it turns out was trying as Fabiola said I was s***. Others were impressed though considering we're a lazy nation and only speak our own language!