A lazy old day beachcombing, swimming, eating and drinking. Well, that is really all there is to do here. Although swimming remains a challenge and really amounts to taking a battering from the waves and resisting the strong undertow.
The Kiwis, Joanna and Amelia, who we first met on the train to Ella, turn up at Palm Villas with an Israeli travelling companion and after some negotiations take a room at the back.
There is a small island and linked by a short sand causeway just where the two bays meet and today’s little diversion is to climb the rickety stairs to the top for the view of the bays and the surf as it sprays up over the rocks below. On the far side is a small thatch-covered platform which in high season functions as a bar, but today is deserted apart from a few crates of empty bottles and has rather melancholy air.
The traditional fishing posts stand lonely in the shallows waiting for the start of the fishing season in June. Unfortunately, we will miss witnessing local fishermen perched precariously on these poles which appear to be far too flimsy to withstand the power of the sea never mind the weight of the fishermen. Ah well, we shall have to content ourselves with the picture on the front of our Lonely Planet guide book!