Matama to Himeshima

Usual elaborate and endless breakfast, mini-bus to a ridge walk that needs its own album to describe it (see later), then a ferry to a small, old island, and a walk up to a lookout there with Sidd and Andrew. Anne dropped her sunglasses at one point, but the amazing Andrew went back and found them.

The gardeners were snipping the pine tree needles with nail scissors to get them right, and had a ladder like ours, so that was a hint.

Back in the hotel there was a small queue for the hot baths (we worked out an order, and then took it in turns to alert the next person when it was their turn), hot baths and dinner.

Dinner was as good as ever, and all based on home-grown tiger prawns. For dessert, as an afterthought, the chef whipped out possibly the world's best creme brulee...

16,749/11.2km and 151 flights... but not a recordOkumaya devam et