"What day is it again?"
It's the start of our fourth week in the casita. We thought our little house would be the perfect place to quarantine. Gayle would finish uploading her photos and sew a quilt. John would blog. (This may sound unimpressive to you but it would appear I have a whole year's worth of journey to record in sharp, witty and interesting prose. And if that isn't demanding enough I have to cope with a severely failing memory, amongst other defects) We have lots to read and plenty of films to watch. It would be the perfect interlude in our journey.
In weeks two and three we found ourselves Skyping, Zooming, Whatsapping almost incessantly. Well, at least every day. That seems incessant to a couple of travellers who like to switch off their mobile phone after breakfast. We have chatted to family and friends in the UK We have chatted with other cyclists and other friends all over the world. We even had a call with Miss Hien, one of our favourite colleagues when we were in Viet Nam. Everyone we have spoken to is experiencing some variant on the quarantine. Tom, the Belgian cyclist we met last September, is in the north of Guatemala. He seems remarkably chipper - every day he is meditating, swimming, writing. I don't know how he fits it all in.
Week four and the rot has set in. We are slow to rise in the mornings. We spend far too long looking at Lockdown memes. I am still reading too much of the news and not enough of my book. Gayle is finding out about other cyclists whose blogs we follow. The sewing has stopped. Now she is watching old episodes on Youtube of the Great British Sewing Bee. I still haven't started the blog. It's become 'an issue'. We are on series three of Downton Abbey and we really really can't miss an episode.
To avoid total insanity we still go for a walk each day and, once a week, a bike ride to the large supermarket on the edge of town. We watch exercise workouts on Youtube. We have a gin and tonic when we cook the evening meal. There is mention in the local paper of a Dry Law being enforced. I hurriedly nip out for another bottle of gin. It turns out it's just a rumour. The Corona brewery has shutdown. This is true.
There's plenty to do but for some reason or another we're struggling to do much of anything........
It's the start of our fourth week in the casita. We thought our little house would be the perfect place to quarantine. Gayle would finish uploading her photos and sew a quilt. John would blog. (This may sound unimpressive to you but it would appear I have a whole year's worth of journey to record in sharp, witty and interesting prose. And if that isn't demanding enough I have to cope with a severely failing memory, amongst other defects) We have lots to read and plenty of films to watch. It would be the perfect interlude in our journey.
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| contemplating all the productive things I could be getting on with |
In weeks two and three we found ourselves Skyping, Zooming, Whatsapping almost incessantly. Well, at least every day. That seems incessant to a couple of travellers who like to switch off their mobile phone after breakfast. We have chatted to family and friends in the UK We have chatted with other cyclists and other friends all over the world. We even had a call with Miss Hien, one of our favourite colleagues when we were in Viet Nam. Everyone we have spoken to is experiencing some variant on the quarantine. Tom, the Belgian cyclist we met last September, is in the north of Guatemala. He seems remarkably chipper - every day he is meditating, swimming, writing. I don't know how he fits it all in.
Week four and the rot has set in. We are slow to rise in the mornings. We spend far too long looking at Lockdown memes. I am still reading too much of the news and not enough of my book. Gayle is finding out about other cyclists whose blogs we follow. The sewing has stopped. Now she is watching old episodes on Youtube of the Great British Sewing Bee. I still haven't started the blog. It's become 'an issue'. We are on series three of Downton Abbey and we really really can't miss an episode.
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| waiting outside the supermarket |
There's plenty to do but for some reason or another we're struggling to do much of anything........
