A Sunday Morning

Writing reports on people and fish and trying to explain why reef closures are working in some places and not in others. Listening to classical Indian music tapes. Eating walnut bread with precious last supplies from Australia. Eating delicious tropical fruit salad. Drinking fake health food store coffee, which seems so special. Needing to be by the fan as Kavieng just seems to be getting hotter (was it really this hot one year ago?). I might have to go and buy some of those second-hand fifties dresses. Looking at the atlas, at Pacific islands, Australia and Indonesia, and listening to explanations of the best surfing. Looking at the expanse of Australia, tracing it down to Melbourne, even to Bendigo. Reading your blog and thinking of you. So you have a new job! And I have these wonderful images of your garden. And I do kind of miss the Western World. I will have to get on my orange Eco Bike and go for a swim in the tropical blue. Next weekend it will be a village guesthouse on a small island, just the two of us. If there are waves it will be paradise for you.