It was a reasonable night here, but our neighbours, who were not particularly close, were up talking all night. At least up to 2 am, and not loud, but we could hear talking.
So in the morning, we moved to a more remote part of this piece of land. If you look at the photo, you will get the idea. It can take us a while to find a spot at the best of times, but in this huge expanse, you are spoilt for choice, so it makes it even more difficult.
Anyway, we decided on our spot, and here we are staying. Had breakfast, made some calls to home, cleaned out a very sandy garage, and walked into town to get postcards.
We got the postcards and stamps, then looked for a place to have a tea or coffee while we wrote them out, when a man on a scooter stopped and asked if we were looking for a postbox. We said no, and he then asked for stamps? then a pen, none of which we needed.
We told him we were looking for a tea/coffee and to sit in the sun. He told us there was a place a few yards up the road. Then spun around, shot up the road on his scooter, into a cafe, pulled out a table and placed it in the sun with two chairs.
That was it, we were having one tea and one coffee. It was rather nice, Jo wrote the cards, and we were in the sun.
We posted the cards on the way back just as the men were coming out of the mosque after prayer.
The vast expanse of land where we are staying it like a small town in itself with its own infrastructure. Water is delivered on a truck with an IBC on the back. Bread is delivered by a man on a bike in the morning, but above all, there is a constant flow of young people, some as young as five, selling pastries, ice creams, savoury delights and even eggs, right to your front door.
It’s all very tempting and very tasty, but we just cannot keep up with the intake of food.
Later on, we had the man with the goats come by, which we had heard you gave your vegetable scraps of food for them to eat. So Jo had kept a bowl, with our scraps in and took them to the goats as they passed nearby.
