so the kids and i are off to zanzibar tommorrow.
and i have a socking great stye in my eye. more like a dozen carbuncles. i look like someone's given me a hefty punch. i look hideous. i am popping panadols like smarties, like marilyn, and dying for someone to feel overwhelmingly sorry for me. me? needy? get outta here.. .
i hope the clear zanzibari seas shall wash all this infection clean and away. wash away all the ngorobob dust...and the white coral sand shall clean my feet. and i shall i have clean brown feet again. and late in the afternoons, lounge in deep purple shade on lilac beaches, or so they seemed.
oh we are so excited. the children can barely sleep and are thundering about upstairs playing hide and seek, in a room no larger than a small shoe box. the fun police shall be paying them a visit like, any minute now. and boy do i look like the fun police, or what?
it seems everyone has fled the ngorobobs lately. some to kenya and the rest down to the sea. with me following hot on their heels. i hope the little pink house, with its delightfully clueless menagerie, shall survive sans moi.
i have booked a little palm leaf "banda" (word for hut) on stilts on a perfect little white moon crescent of a beach. . . . situated on a sea urchin infested bay, north east of the island, where we shall bob about snorkling. at high tide of course.
the beach artists will be there again. with their paintings of maasai. every single painting is the same. tinga tinga. the fishermen will be mending their boats, in between kneeling at prayer times. and in the late afternoons, when the palm tree shadows stretch across the width of the lilac sand, there might be a game of football.
at night the tide sneaks right up to our rope staircase - or sometimes the tide is so far away, it's almost quiet. you wake up sweating from the heat, no wind, no fans. far away you can hear the waves on the reef. and the whine of a mosquito weaves itself between jasmine petals from last nights pillow, all tangled in your hair.
so. that's where i'll be.
Kitchen Board: Monday Evening: 20 October 2008
contributor: gabriella lara rosa.
comments: "happy loving couples make it look so easy."
oh and important, very important notice, to anyone who read the post on wealth. um doc cairns is still very much alive....rich in heart. . .thanks Chantal...whoops bloody whoops eh?
and for the rest, "to rose lipped maidens and lightfoot lads..." and back on sunday evening, inshallah...
bisous, deep ruby red ones. xx j