I felt a bit little Gerald Durrell today but I’m on the wrong island.
Today I swam in a natural sea water pool, found a tortoise and fed it a grape then went to the beach and made friends with a French couple. It was a great day. Now I’m sitting on my terrace looking at the view, writing and listening to the yoga session going on nearby.
I go home tomorrow but I know I’ll be back – this island it never fails to revitalise me. It’s such a wild and beautiful place and (as you may know) it’s actually a giant volcano that gradually erupted out of the sea. It has two separate microclimates so the north side of the island is similar to the northern hemisphere and the south island is similar to the the southern. It’s a small island so you can be in cloudy, chilly weather then drive over the hills in between and find yourself surrounded by cacti, rocks and dry heat.
I’ve had some weird, wonderful and tragic experiences here. Here are some:
1. I was given a full plastic carrier bag of live, wriggling sardines by a friendly and enthusiastic fisherman at the village port.
2. I saw a large, captured octopus climb out of the top (about 1.5 inches wide) of a 5 litre plastic water bottle. It was like watching a contortionist.
3. When it rained really hard one day the streets were littered with large, dead, orange cockroaches that had drowned in the gutters (quite gross).
4. Sadly I saw a fisherman die from drowning. It was a very poignant reminder of how wild and dangerous the sea and the rocks are here. Apparently he had been fishing here for years but was caught out and washed away by a freak wave.
I had to take a PCR test this morning in preparation for my flight. I’ve been really careful so hopefully it will be OK. If not I’ll have to stay and that wouldn’t actually be that terrible.