We enjoyed lunch and decided to walk around the village to help burn off a calorie or two. Our host then took us off track into the local undergrowth, and I found it rather difficult at times in my Nike flip-flops. Of course, our guide knew what she was doing. The other side of the vegetation we emerged onto a rockbed with running water and glistening pools everywhere.
Here we saw fish, frogs and cigale. See snap for the image. These things make a wonderful noise. There are 1000s of them all around and they create a sort of "muzac" wherever you go - a bit like piped music in a shopping centre.
They are a lot larger than we ever expected.
After the water and the rocks, we walked up into the hills and around the vineyards. And yes, I began to point out that the village was to the left, and we were continuing to veer right and away from the comfort of the dinner table... and coffee.
Later that night, back in Cruzy, Alan came downstairs, and on his way back up screamed out like a man possessed. I came running thinking he was tumbling down the stairs. No, it was worse. He had just brushed his hand inside his t-shirt to discover a scorpion (the largest so far) in the small of his back. Having brushed the scorpion, he looked down to find the scorpion now in his hand... so screamed some more.
Suffice to say, we are now paranoid about scorpions... anyone know if they sell a scorpion/fly spray?
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