Hello to the fellow bootloggers..
It has been indeed a long time since I last posted but since then there are no survival stories from sandstorms in Moroccan desserts to tell, no stories from a flea market in India or travels on the back of an old Ute higher and higher into the mountains of Chile...simply my travelling imagination running away with me. Instead I have been residing as usual in the small town of Exeter in South England, Devon. But there I have been scheming away at things to come...there was the 55 mile sponsored walk in Manchester in aid of our travels to Uganda. It was very tough, especially for those of us whose walking consists of making it from the law building up the hill to the pub-just! (cough cough no names need to be mentioned...)It was fun nonetheless. The walk started at 9pm on a Friday night and 10 hours later after 26 miles Sarah and I officially collapsed- hallucinating and hearing voices in the process due to such unfitness and extreme exhaustion. (And I think pro plus is not recommended if sanity is desired to be kept)
Anyway last Saturday the sun was shining and we decided to make a day of it and go to the beach which is about 30 minutes away on the train. By the time we had made sandwiches, packed the most important guest, Fatimah, missed the train due to slow walking, ate all our sandwiches waiting for the next train, lost part of a lip piercing due to too much hugging it was about 3pm and cold and windy when we made it to our destination, the beach in Exmouth. For those of you who are wondering- Fatimah is none other than a sheesha pipe! We thought she would enjoy the day out too and after some difficulty lighting the coal in such windy temperatures many dog walkers in this small English seaside town were surprised at seeing us puffing away at our fruit tobacco. However, we concluded that, after all, there were no signs anywhere saying 'No Arabian water pipes on the beach'.
I will add some more photos into my photo album-so enjoy!
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