I am getting used to the rain. It has become the sound accompaniment to waking up. No rush to get up as we will be leaving for the airport at 11am.
Yiljan and I went for breakfast to see Derrick, Mr Motivator, sitting with a cup of coffee. He had come down from his Technicolor mansion in the hills to say a final good bye.
Last night the plan was to go for a quick dip either in the pool or sea to get a few rays in the hour or so before we departed. Best laid plans and all that, the rain had stopped but it was still very cloudy, although starting to break up slowly.
We had three days of heavy grey skies and dodging torrential rain showers. Now, in a taxi to the airport listening to reggae and Ladysmith Blackmambazo there was a clear blue sky and hot bright sun overhead. Out of the whole trip the longest continuous period we had out in the sun was the walk from the Customs Office along to the airport terminal.