The stinky whale

We've been back on Principe for nearly two weeks now and are getting into our life here and routine again. Zachary's sleeping patterns have returned to normal, after all the changes of the travelling and holidays, making Mark and I very pleased. For the first week he was still on South African time and was waking up for the day between 3.30am and 5am, which we didnt enjoy!

Answered prayers meant that on the way home from South Africa we encountered no undue hitches, including visa difficulties and Zachary took the flight between the islands on the noisy Dornier, very calmly. So all in all, since my last blog entry, things have been good.


Earlier on this week, we went on an adventure to see a whale which had washed up dead on Praia Grande, one of the beaches on the West of the island. Most of the local people seem unfamiliar with this beach and there is some sort of legend attached to it about a ship's captain going missing near the beach, so the unused 'road' to get there was the bumpiest, most bouldery, yet. However we all congratulated ourselves on enduring the ride and it was worth it to see the massive body of the deceased whale. As long as the wind direction blew away from us, we could go up to it, but when it changed the smell was nauseating. Zachary objected greatly to the smell of the "stinky whale" and after a few photos, we headed back.