The Slack Day

Today I was feeling pretty grim, after a long night of phlegm, heat, shivering, all the stuff associated with colds. I packed all the usual beach paraphernalia, and went with Adam to the surf shack, but once sat on the nice comfy seats there, I wasn't going to be moving far. The trip involved a detour to the farmacia, which was (and still is) concealed as a house. The nice lady in a special pharmacist's coat sold me two packs of paracetamol, which I intend to work my way through, under controlled conditions yunnerstand. In fact, I only found the pharmacy because I'd stopped off in the TamTam bar, owned and operated by an Irish couple, to ask for instructions. She'd helpfully suggested that I should walk back the way I'd come, until I saw BCA Bank and then a handbag shop, at which point the green building would be self-evident. It was, just not recognisably a pharmacy until a helpful lady pointed this out.

So today was spent consuming fluids, confectionary and sandwiches lifted from the breakfast buffer, and sleeping. Oh, apart from a walk to the point with Marco, where I took millions (well, 650) of pictures of people windsurfing, in the hope of getting some good ones. Don't think I have, but hey... I'll be better next time and they're better than nothing! It was a great day for people to sail, waves on the point, 4.7 weather, people zooming around, lots of fun being had. I even felt like it when I saw them at the point on the waves, but now, sitting in the hotel room, I'm glad I didn't try it, since I'm feeling pretty second-hand without having put out much.

Tonight's eating venue is the Compad resto, which is apparently cheap but has good food, meeting Rika and Marco there at 8, which is not far off now. My head is still thick, and I feel hot and overheated. Hmm, hope the recent paracetamol dose kicks in soon.

I have every intention of decorating this with pictures, but it's too lengthy and boring and expensive to upload them from Cabo, so I'll do this in edits later. Bye for now :-)