October 31, 2009
We're having a big breakfast served by a slightly hurried Suzanna, the owner of the hostal, who says she needs to be out by 11 to go hiking. I sympathise - we need to come to breakfast before the 11 o'clock cut-off point, but have managed just twice, at five minutes to the hour.
As a background to drinking coffee on the dappled sun terrace under the palms there is ethereal music playing, the sort of soft electronic stuff you might do yoga to, with a bit of Enya added, and some Chinese gongs and soft piano. Nice in the evening, but maybe not the music that will get us off our arses and into the hot hills and valleys. Now it's Indian sitar and tabla drums. Very, very sleep-inducing, lovely .... must fight back to stand up ... slipping away ... and if you click on the video below, and turn the volume up loud, you'll start to drift away too...
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