London is far too far from a warm sea.
It was beautiful. I mean, I don't really have words for how beautiful. Stunning. Like nowhere I've ever been.
So, because worlds fail me, have some pics.
|Walk the plank!|
|Sea, sun and..rocks. But no other people!|
|Best enjoyed with wine. And silence.|
|A camping spot with no kraken.|
I mean, just look at them. The first one is right by our first apartment. Look at that water. It feels like you should only get that on some tropical island, not in Europe! But there we go.
The second one is a spot we found when we were kayaking. It was so amazing - we saw some other boats, but no one else stopped, and we just swam around, leaving our kayaks up on the rocks.
The sunset is from our first island. Just a stunning, stunning view. We'd climbed a nearby hill, and we were going to turn back but then started to happen. We had a torch with us, so we stayed.
Last one is our camping spot - you're not meant to wild camp there, but the guy who gave us the kayaks told us we'd be fine, even though it's illegal. John wouldn't be on holiday if he didn't break the law at least once. At least there was no urchin-rustling, although there were lots of urchins. Mycroft got his own kayak that time, because we were taking more stuff. You shove it into thos black bits on the back, and it all stays dry, even if you fall in. Or are boarded abruptly by small boat-less pirates.
There isn't even that much washing to do, as we barely wore anything other than swimming gear!
We have so many amazing memories. I really think we might go back, too - we only did two islands out of hundreds! I have bruises from jumping off a cliff which was far too high to be sensible, but it was fun! We did backflips off rocks, we saw all kinds of fish and star fish and some lobsters and crabs. We dried off in the sun and ate fresh meats and cheese from the market, we just had a blast. Everyone we met was so friendly and helpful and it just couldn't have been better.
Sherlock found it hard to understand that not long ago the country was at war - the second island we went to was a military island until '89, and still has a lot of concrete military installations on it. I think, to him, wars so close, and in such paradise-like surroundings, must be very hard to wrap your head around.
Two people who helped us out are English ex-pats. Makes you think, doesn't it... ;)
(when we got home and John sat down Maf appeared from nowhere and delicately leapt onto his shoulder, then stood on his head. I assume this is some sort feline claiming ritual.)