Around The World In 80 Waves

I have grown very fond of everything at the Ambassador’s Residence but this is supposed to be a surf trip and I am miles from any ocean, so with more than a bit of reluctance I must say goodbye to all things here and head back to the Pacific.

I went looking for some chocolates to give to all the ladies who have been looking after me so well, and was amused that the only thing I could find was Ferrero Rocher. The irony of which will probably be wasted on Carolina, Eusenia and Carmen, but I know they liked the gifts.

In particular I will miss:

1. Phil, Sarah, Amy and Rose whose company has been fantastic, and has allowed me to get back to my normal self before pushing on once more.
2. The toaster. Have you any idea idea how hard it is to make toast in a car? Marmite on bread isn’t the same.
3. English TV. I am so square eyed it isn’t true.
4. Ambassadorial luxuries such as the silverware and gold plated crockery.
5. The staff, who without exception have been brilliant and such good fun, despite the appaling Spanish I have been attempting to communicate with.
6. Being pampered. Doing my own cooking, laundry, and cleaning will be a shock to the system.
7. My Bed. It is huge, extremely comfortable and somehow gets made for me in the 30 seconds in which my back is ever turned.
8. The Beautiful grounds lovingly maintained by Chon and Leonardo.

However it isn’t all bad, because the Ambassador has sorted out a gratis luxury beach house to for me to stay in for a few days so that the re-acclimatisation process back to crusty surfer life is not too arduous. I will ease myself in slowly.