A quiet day

It's quiet today my companions have returned to Canada. An overcast morning burning off before lunch giving me time to partially dry my Gi on the concrete roof in the south west Pacific wind. A two hour walk trying to find a bakery. The bakery disappeared in the twisty streets and my poor memory. I did find George's restaurant something I couldn't do last night when I was actually looking for it. Another half hour of walking then some food. Lunch was an interesting affair of point and get. This time it turned out to be some type of liver and spinach with runny macaroni salad and cold tea. I sat at the counter trying not to lean over too much. I didn't want to singe my eyebrows from the flaming woks. With old age the eyebrows do become more of a fire hazard, ears too. I made it back to the hotel just in time to miss a torrential down pour. My Gi which was drying in the window now is a little damper than it was; though it did keep the bed from getting too wet. A quick nap then karate tonight. P