Yesterday was a good day. It started out fairly plain- we rented a moped, went to the market, hit some beaches…all pretty standard stuff. Then out of the blue we got pulled by the cops whilst whistling along on the moped, who took my license and told us that we had made three mistakes. First mistake- “you must not have more than two people on a bike”- we had three and this was extremely naughty despite the fact that you commonly see families of 6+ on a bike and 8 year olds heading the wrong way up the highway on the mobile eating a spring roll. Second- “you must have international license” despite the fact that hundreds of companies are renting hundreds of bikes to foreigners every day. Third- “your bike has no number plate”. Whoops, didn’t even notice. Surely this is not our responsibility.
All this is going great until one cop pulls out a form and tries to fine us. At this point we start to explain to him that we are not going to pay the fine and start backing away scowling and making wild hand gestures.
We cannot blatantly load up three on the bike under their noses, so I ferry Ben just down the road out of sight and go back to fetch Ajax. On returning and trying to ‘do a runner’ one cop blows his whistle and states that we must leave the bike with him. A little more shouting, scowling and hand gestures later we are down the road picking up Ben and continuing as before thrilled at our rather improvised and lucky escape from the law.
So we head for a temple on the hill, on a very random piece of advice, where monks and monkeys co-exist in relative harmony. On arrival we are greeted with an army of orphans who turn out to be some of the most magical, joyful and energetic kids I have ever met. One high five leads to 20 more, swinging one kid around means you have to swing 20 more around and so it goes on, some of them getting so excited that they scream and pogo madly on the spot.
We have time to kill before the sunset views so we drive into the hills and come across a small open air locals market. At this point it is necessary to explain that my nose is blue. Due to the extreme and unrelenting sun, normal sunscreen doesn’t seem to work so I’m using a zinc stick. I catch a ladies eye who is amazed at my colourful face, I smile at her and she sees this as a cue to laugh. Not knowing how to react I cover my face with my hands and fain shyness. This provokes hysterical laughter and soon the entire market (maybe 80 people) are roaring with laughter at my blue nose. Suddenly an elderly lady comes skipping up to us trying to sell us waffles…we refuse her politely so she’s starts kissing us each in turn- more hysterics all round. Finally we buy all her waffles and leave delivering them to the orphans who act as though this is the best day of their lives and continue to climb all over us as the suns sets over a mesmeric scene.
To top it all off we go to the market and buy 3 baby barracuda and a kilo of baby squid for 3 dollars, fashion a grill out of some wire, cook them on the beach on an open fire and serve with salt, pepper and lime. I nearly cried.