Another full day in paradise, with a 0545 rise to do an hour in the gym, eat, pose on a swing watch the sunset and sharks. And today Mrs Fogg is having an all over body fondle (sorry massage) and I’m trying my hand at scuba diving with the sharks (life insurance is all topped up).
Well yesterday was a long day with travel, heat and lots of food, topped off with a private meal sat on the Indian Ocean watching sharks circling beneath you
All topped off with a birthday cake as Mrs Fogg told them it was her belated 50th birthday and they kindly placed us in the furthest hut from anywhere (anti social is we!)
A wonderful start, topped off with a moonlit walk round the island (it literally does take 4mins 30secs to do that). And at 0600 today, we were both in the gym getting fit
Welcome to Male in the Maldives as we sit and wait for our 5th leg of the journey (drive to the airport, bus from the car park, flight one to Qatar, flight two to Male and now the Seaplane to the speedboat).
We’re currently sat HERE waiting for the 1950s seaplane which is a 45 min journey before the speedboat to Maafushivaru
Below top left is the Business Class cabin on the first flight of 8 hours, top right and bottom left is Doha Airport at 0130 this morning waiting for the follow on flight of 4.5 hours bottom right.
Qatar food and service was exceptional, mind you we gotta slum in cattle class on the way back.
Next stop then Maafushivaru!
Well at least one of us likes to go a wandering. Mrs Fogg was in Hogg Heaven as she sets off map in hand advising the sheep which way to go, sorry just got to do it “ewe go left and ewe go right”.
There’s also a lovely picture of Llangollen (which appears to be the fave foreign destination for people from Liverpool).
And today we also took a trip up memory lane to Oswestry, Welshpool and Knockin (which has a little store called the Knockin Shop).
On the way out this morning Mrs Fogg advised me to “ignore the satnav, I’ve read a map, drive this way”. Unfortunately this was a single track road with 10ft hedges either side, a 60 degree incline with a T-junction at the end that had a 270 degree left hand turn up a slope. Rather unhelpfully Mrs Fogg got out to check for traffic and just stood flapping both arms in the air like a nutter being stung by a bee, rather than help guide the car out. It then took a 5 point turn to eventually get going in the right direction. Needless to say, we followed the Satnav back and Mrs Fogg didn’t try to correct it.
2 years ago we tried to come out to Llwnmawr but then this COVID thing hit. So Mrs Fogg and I managed to get a couple of days away to a beautiful little place and then the chance to go over the UKs tallest aqueduct
We was Here
Yup almost that time when the rotund gentleman slips his tubby behind down yer chimney to offload a pile a swag from his big bag o tricks, snaffle yer mince pies n milk and then disappear for another year.
Well we are all lit up with 4,000 twinkly lights in the garden (yup another 200 batteries this year). And this year we even have a Santa and reindeer in the mix.
So have a Merry Christmas one and all and here is hoping you have an awesome time and stay safe and well.
Almost done now, as we trog from Glencoe via a very long and scenic route (toward Oban) and then down to Luss. More heavy rain most of the way and our last campsite as we clean up Mabel the MoHo to hand her back tomorrow and travel back home.
The weather has been dire most of the time, but hey with your house on your back you can trundle to somewhere else even wetter.
Beauly was very quiet with some amazing skies last night
And today we headed down past Loch Ness, being forced to wander round the Drumnadrochit Hotel which is where the Nessy bunkum started
On then through the glorious Scottish sunshine as seen in this wee video
Before heading to an alternate campsite. Mrs Fogg had booked a wee place which started a few alarm bells ringing (Tripadvisor reviews that the owners actively take rubbish out of the wrong bins and bring it back to you to tell you off, have reportedly had drones circling to check you ain’t being norty and also send you “7” page COVID Risk Assessment and Method Statement for you to adhere to, sounded delightful), so we ended up back at Invercoe Campsite again, with some impressive sunsets and weirdos with 15ft Gaudy Neon flashing poles to adorn their tatty caravan.
