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Published: November 16th 2010
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I visited the local village a couple of days ago to buy a mosquito net and I was almost back when a motorbike stopped next to me with two of the boy/girls from the hotel on it. They gestured for me to get on the back and I did. My first experience as one of three on a bike.
I have had three rooms at the New Lapaz.
The first one was O.K. but when I saw inside the end cabin that a couple was leaving and it had a mosquito net, I decided I wanted that one. I moved all my stuff but the net was gone. It belonged to the couple who moved out. That’s why I went to the village to buy my own. It is huge and I feel that I am under a giant bride’s petticoat but I love it, security!
Then we had the mother of all depressions and the storms were amazing. Rain and lashing winds for 2 days straight, no planes, no ferries. Meditating while a tropical storm is lashing around outside is totally awesome by the way!!!!
I had room number 2 all set up with bridal petticoat in
A little water
The rain I had to wade through to get to the restaurant. place but the rain started to find its way in, at one time running down my pristine white mosquito net. I spread towels over it and put the wastepaper bin on my bed to catch drips. But I was having to creep nearer and nearer to the edge of the bed to stay dry.
The boy/girl who came in to clean my room and I both tried to move the bed to get it out of the way of the drips but there were too many. Then he/she got a hammer to bash the ceiling back into place, thinking that would stop the rain and the light fitting fell off. We both looked at each other and said “move”.
We looked at my original room and it was bone dry but the fan is on the ceiling so no hope of hanging a mossie net. Then the next room looked like a hose had been left running on the bed.
I am now in room number 3, it is dry and I have my tulle draped around me. The only problem with that is that it’s right next to the European couple who live here for so
My own private swimmimg pool.
I was glad that the cabin was raised off the ground, otherwise this would have been inside. It did eventually drain away. many months each year. Now they are another story!
My neighbours.
She is Italian or almost Swiss as her Dutch husband tells me (what does that mean?). He kindly, not that he smiled once, drove me into the village to have the stitches out of my arm this morning. He does not seem a very happy man, maybe Dutch men aren’t, too many dikes.
She talks incessantly and loudly and he listens or maybe he doesn’t as he doesn’t respond a great deal. I know all this because they are TOO BLOODY CLOSE!
I can smell her cigarettes in my room, I can smell the chicken she cooks for her dog, she doesn’t eat she told me last night, she prefers to drink - yeah, wouldn’t have guessed!
I can hear her smokers gravelly voice as she tries to start a conversation with her husband. I know that it is not her 1st rum and coke for the day, (this before lunch) I can hear him turn up Hawaii Five O, yes really, Hawaii Five O, maybe so he doesn’t have to listen to her and I am supposed to be on a calm and beautiful island
in Thailand, doing yoga, meditating and feeling at peace with the world.
Then there are all the little boy/girls dancing around with their hands on their hips with horrid Thai accents and voices like foghorns. It’s a circus, a bad soapy or there is something in the food which I should not be eating!
But when I sit back and think about it, it’s really quite funny and maybe I am meant to learn something like this…. Beverley, you will not always be able to live in peace and beatitude, there will be distractions, lots of them so get used to it.
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