Garden Coast 36

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In L’Agulah we booked a tiny thatch roofed fisherman’s hut – very primitive and smelling of smoke, which was true for every house back when indoor fires kept things warm. When things got too smokey, we had to open the windows, which made it cold. So I don’t really know how they kept warm.

And, yes, it had an armed response security system. And, yes, we managed to set if off. And in came the armed response guy. We were a little too unnerved to quizz him on his language capabilities.

Then all electricity went out. Sophia, a fisherman’s daughter, cooked our breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage and toast on a wood stove. It reminded me of the breakfasts Dad cooked for us in Deer Grove.

The beaches on the Indian Ocean are crystal clear and stunning. You won’t find beach glass here.

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