thank chuff for William Boyd…

Lie in. Sat outside back door by the view of the countryside and finished William Boyd novel, Armadillo. Went for a stroll late afternoon in the Baga direction – along Tito’s Lane to the beach, collected shells, then strolled southwards to Calungute.
Ate at Cavala again as not much else open. Different waiting staff were on tonight. The pleasant young waiter asked me the usual stuff: what’s my name, where am I from, am I married, do I have a boyfriend, what’s my job (‘how much do you earn’) what colour are your underpants, how crusty are your nostrils…. I gave him the low-down then sat bemused as he relayed it all back to the 2x other waiters and all openly discussed me, barely 4 feet in front of me.