The mancut

My husband must be the world's most squirmy haircut victim and that means I'm comparing him to Zachary... We have been married for seven years and until this sunny afternoon, he has never let me near his hair with scissors or a shaver, but with no alternative and his hair like an untrimmed hedge, he relented and let me at it. Sitting on a small stool in the bathroom, he squirmed and complained as I attempted to negotiate the shaver, its length settings and his thick hair. Starting off with a number 1 at the neckline turned out to be a mistake, but as the haircut progressed it seemed to improve and he conceeded that it was actually a pretty good job in the end, which I agree with. It also beats the last one, which was in Sáo Tome at a local barber shop. That was an experience which included a shaver set on number 2, a very shabby, dirty shop, a crowd bantering in Portuguese and a barber who looked as nervous as I felt this afternoon, in his case at the prospect of cutting non-ethnic hair! Dispite Mark exclaiming, "I'm getting that same feeling that I do when I'm a passenger and you're driving", at some point during my trim, I reckon he'll opt for me next time and not the local barber's dirty shears!

Whale season

Gravana season or the dry season, is also Whale watching time. The water temperature drops attracting Marlin - and their wealthy fishermen - as well as Whales, which play and splash just off the coast lines of Bom Bom. Everyday when Zachary and I walk along the beaches I keep an eye on the horizon hoping to spot another Whale. Zachary has cottoned on to the fuss around spotting Whales and often shouts ,"Whales", when he looks up from drawing in the sand toward the sea.

This is our 5th month at Bom Bom and as lovely as it is, I'm now more than ready to make a home and move from our 4 star hotel room. I'm so looking forward to more space and settling into my own routine. Cooking is going to be a challenge due to the lack of a variety of ingredients, but, I have missed choosing our meals and cooking up something to look forward to. I think we might end up going a bit vegetarian, much to Marks dismay!