Wednesday, June 01, 2005

kissin' cousins

Went for a walk to the edge of town with Tom the other night, in search of babblers – but we’d left it too late, and the bats where flitting through the palm trees before we knew it.

Making our way back to the road, we entered an area which could have been a wide spot in the lane, or a formless farmyard, and a fella getting out of a ramshackle vehicle gave us that suspicious and frankly sadistic look common to farmers the world over.

Luckily, Tom has a friendly, charming character - which is helped along by being 6’ 6”, -and he shook hands with this son of parents related-before-marriage and smiled and salaamed us out of any nastiness involving guns or dismemberment and hasty burial.