
In the late afternoon, we climbed another of the ‘Jungle Trek’ walks, which runs to the south of the island. The steep steps brought back Peruvian hiking memories for Mrs M who adopted her less-than-flattering Inca Trail grimace.
Freshly showered and doused with chemicals on our legs, we headed back once again to the restaurant where Mrs M had accepted an invitation to dine with Skimpy Speedo man and nervous smile lady (men would not do that sort of thing). The words ‘hind leg’ and ‘donkey’ kept springing to mind.
Freshly showered and doused with chemicals on our legs, we headed back once again to the restaurant where Mrs M had accepted an invitation to dine with Skimpy Speedo man and nervous smile lady (men would not do that sort of thing). The words ‘hind leg’ and ‘donkey’ kept springing to mind.
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