One doesn't walk on the pavements in India, because things are put on them and the paving slabs are often broken and uneven anyway. We wished we could because there would have been some shade, at least part of the time. But we kept going manfully, waving aside hopeful offers of rides in auto-rickshaws, until we reached the sea front, and then at least there was a breeze. We - well, Wink, who had the map - led the way to the tourist office. Having checked out what's on offer, we've decided to take a bus tour on Thursday.
This afternoon we investigated the hotel pool, and very nice it is. On the rooftop with views of the city and out to sea, it's secluded and, though small, pleasant.
I took with me a towel (brought from England), a sarong, a wrap-around skirt, sunglasses, a hat and my phone, as well as my swimsuit. Wink took her cozzie. Maybe our degrees of preparedness should meet in the middle? However, although there were plenty of towels there so I didn't need mine, at least I didn't have to change afterwards. I twisted the sarong into a top and wore the skirt. We really will try the roof-top restaurant tonight, having forgotten it yesterday.
Oh, and I went to a bank and changed a thousand rupee note. Quite a relief, it's difficult to get hold of sufficient small change for tips and buying odd items.
Half past six here, darlings. Time for a drink, perhaps? Cheers.
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