"Grey skies are gonna clear up! Put on a happy face!", quoth the ditty, and with life imitating art, the skies turned blue, making possible another weekend trip to Seven Mile Beach, where I even managed my first piece of physical exercise in over 3 weeks - a 2 kilometer or so jog along the waterline. The sun was ultra-strong, necessitating frequent lengthy dips into the warm clear Caribbean waters. Back at the Grand Caymanian ranch, i became clear that liberal doses of P20 sun lotion had not prevented considerable burnage on the feet, neck and shoulders, but I have at least 6 days before the next possible mass sun exposure, so there'll be plenty of time for the rouge to subside and semi-convert into some sort of brown.
A welcome change of pace for dinner, in the guise of Thai Spice, with a d'lish Mango and Papaya salad for starters and kai prik (spicy chicken and rice) for mains. The considerably effeminate waiter was instructed to ensure that the dish was as spicy as humanly possible and naturally 'twas nowhere near such a state.
A magnificent self-portrait
7 Mile Beach
Contentment : 16 / 25
Excitement : 2.5 / 10
Memorability : 4.5 / 15
Overall Score : 46% (56th out of 205)
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