Saturday, January 25
On the way out of the door I spot the cat lying on the glass table on the terrace where we eat breakfast and occasionally (see yesterday’s entry) have a cold evening beer.
We will visit Karl, Krishna and Vivek in the Positive Change for Marine Life headquarters above a shop in an alley off Beach Road.
We will meet Karl again later when we have dinner with Paul, Verne, Karl and Liv, a Belgian woman whose name I have almost certainly misspelled.
We will eat at Sea Face, a restaurant where the food takes so long to arrive that nobody can remember what they ordered when it finally does.
We went once before, with both girls, about eight years ago. I strongly suspect that another eight years will pass before we go again.