What a difference the sun makes! We woke to the call of the birds and the rays of the bright sunshine pouring through the palms. The morning passed in a very leisurely manner; the duvet altered to now accommodate just one inner rather than the lumpiness of the domed arrangement I was obliged to tack together back in the Bathhurst freeze all those months ago, a big load of laundry done and dried by lunchtime, The Australian partly read, toasted sandwiches in the electric sandwich maker just for the novelty and the delinquent drain on our camp site bored out with an electric snake to clear the invasive tree roots; all in all a rather quiet way to start the day.
We also pulled the tent, so generously lent to us by Pauline and Neil, out of its bag and erected it, just to prove we could do so. We were in fact quite delighted with the spaciousness of the interior. This makes me feel a little more willing to undertake the expedition to the top of
After lunch we headed in to the centre of the city to catch the last hour or so of Sunday’s Rusty’s market where we purchased a wonderful collection of fruit and vegetables at reasonable prices. Had we wished, we could have also had a Thai massage, our fortunes told, arrayed ourselves in hippy style rags and had random bits of our bodies pierced. Needless to say, the enterprising mainly Asian greengrocers contrasted greatly with those offering the latter services.
We did not linger in town but drove back to the camp and continued to spend the rest of the day in a relaxed fashion, catching up with my parents on Skype to wish my father a happy birthday for tomorrow, his eighty second anniversary.