The sunset was marred by the raucous muzak blaring from the expensively-renovated pub. We asked for the muzak to be turned down - but no joy.
Ah well. These minor imperfections haven't affected our delight at being on the greatest holiday spot in the world. This is truly paradise. We've had requests to show photographic evidence of the old Rotto - that will be forthcoming in the next few days. But for now we have pics of what's on sale in the Thomson Bay store, and what was on the drinks menu in our digs.
Can the store flog tiny packets of chips when they're stamped with 'Not for individual/separate sale'?? They were only 50c.
We knocked back some delightful Bolly - Bollinger to you - at dinner tonight. The taste was a revelation. Crisp yet intriguing. Dry yet insightful. Yes, we are Bollinger Bolsheviks. Bring on October and revolution.
Check in tomorrow for details about fishing, lunching and strolling around the 63 bays and 20 beaches...or is it 63 beaches and 20 bays?
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