Hi Lee: I took my shoes but all I could find locally was donkey stone, & I was too lazy to look for anything else. So I kept to the beach bars where, at night, the strains of a fragile karaoke drifted across the dunes to the drowned astronauts waiting on the terraces of the Hilton Hotel &c &c.
Reminds me of some of the boats rotting decorously to nothing at Felixstowe Ferry on the Suffolk coast. Except sunnier. Welcome back!
I knew Mount Ararat was lying.
Any climbing? Yup, you can guess what I’m reading – and enjoying.
Hi Lee: I took my shoes but all I could find locally was donkey stone, & I was too lazy to look for anything else. So I kept to the beach bars where, at night, the strains of a fragile karaoke drifted across the dunes to the drowned astronauts waiting on the terraces of the Hilton Hotel &c &c.
I think I need a holiday!