We were 4 adults and 7 kids, so there was a caravan of us, older kids running ahead and the dads and the babies at the back. All very cute.
There were some fun caves for the kids to play in, and for us to take photos. The only problems we encountered were cow-pies on the path and some biggish bugs that decided that one of the kids red shirt was worth landing on!
The old church was our goal and we got there in 1 piece, which is more than I can say for the church.
The standard photos were taken for Facebook and family overseas;
We decided to return down the path we had walked up to get ice cream and soft drinks from the little store. My friend, the father of some of the kids, was having a hard time. He had been in hospital the last few days with kidney stones (oy!) and was ghostly pale. I chatted with him for most of the return leg but walked ahead when my wife shouted that she needed me (well, my wallet anyway).
About 5 minutes later we were sitting in the shade, eating cool ices when my friend phoned his wife, who happened to be sitting next to me. It was weird because I could see his red shirt not 60 metres away, walking into a hedge.
'He's got a bug in his ear' she said to me. I gave her a look of non-belief. She agreed 'he probably had a bug near his ear and he got all scared' she said.
We were wrong.
He stumbles up to us, head to one side, knocking his ear on the other side trying to get the bug out. I told him to go into the shop and see if there was a first aid box he could use. Luckily there was a first aid person in there, but he also didn't believe him.
We were all wrong.
This is what the little bugger looked like. Sufficed to say, our friend won't be leaving his house for the next decade or so.
kthanxbai!
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