91 Days to go.We all meet up in the the foyer before heading off for breakfast except for Nemo and Baby Nemo. The usual, Lime Lounge, only thing is Tweety and I are unwell. Both of us have tummy trouble, for me it limits itself to a sick feeling, temperature spikes and a little light headedness. Tweety is a lot worse, not sure I want to know the details.
I order the fruit salad, but without the yoghurt. Have a couple of spoonfuls and chicken out of the rest. The others unmercifully tuck into toasted sandwiches and omlettes and 2 eggs sausage bacon and toast.
We have more time to spend with Stats and Baby Nemo and we run through their whole presentation and suggest changes to meet our needs. Interlink this with more admin, getting on the local database, having our passports sent to the Govt Office with our letter of exemption for visas etc.
I now realise there is a 5 storey building on the Island, I thought it was just built further up the hill. Still, no lifts though! A bit more familiarisation and some driving around town to see where everything is. I am feeling better, Tweety is not.
Off to lunch, which, Ana helpully informs us, is 4 hours 20 minutes since breakfast. Mrs Brady is not travelling too well, her ankles have been playing up since she flew in. Poor thing, walking is starting to be a problem for her, she is trying to get support socks for her flight back as this means she is a DVT risk. We travel both the pharmacies but no luck, she will take her chance.
Tweety has an after lunch resurgence, no not in the toilet, he is feeling better. After the afternoon work, we are again all in the 10 x 8 office to discuss eating (what else?) tactics for the evening. Nemo, Mrs Brady, Ana, Gimp, Stats, Tweety and I are going to the French Restaurant at the Hotel Honiara. Where should we meet? I know, the foyer at 1830 for pre dinner drinks!
We all meet up and head for the Hotel Honiara, we saw a light in the distance, such a lovely place, plenty of space. We walk up the stairs and in through the courtyard. Ana says we were here last week and that concrete area was a pond. Nearly everything in Honiara is beng renovated,slowly, as is the way here.
We all order our mains, no entrees as the second course will be dessert. Not for me though, I am in detox and weening myself off dessert, chocolate and to some degree alcohol. Not that I have a problem with alcohol, I do with the others, I thought I may do the full job, including no DIET COKE. This is very very hard to do, all at once cold turkey.
I have taken to a new drink, something that never entered my head before. Some foul and vile tasting stuff called water. Now this is the finest bottled water available here. 2 of the types are made from water gained found in pristine streams after millions of years of purification from virgin environmental wildernesses of KL and Jakarta, that's what the label says, honest.
Anyway the mains were all delicious and well prepared. A few bottles of red are consumed and dessert is ordered. Profiteroles are a multi order, nougat icecream with a toffee tuille looked good, however the award goes to Tweety who has ordered, I kid you not, half a pineapple, scooped out and filled with icecream and chantilly cream with other bits of fruit like mango and pawpaw (papaya) as well as the removed pineapple bits. Not bad for someone at the wheel of the porcelain bus this morning. Dinner over it is back to the hotel foyer, I head off and leave the others to after dinner drinks. Not before being informed that breakfast at 8 will be 8 hours and 20 minutes after this.
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