The previous night Al and I feel asleep early around 9.30 on the couch. It must have been all the riding, fresh air and generally healthy living. You would think a snooze like that would have us up and at ‘em fairly early, but that wasn’t the case it was after 9.30 by the time we were finally up and around.

What a great day with blue skies, a perfect holiday day. We did some shopping in the morning and booked some trips for the week and then took the 3-kilometre bike ride to a beach called “Lovers Beach”. I think everyone thought they were lovers and this place was placed there just for them, us included.

Our secluded Cove

This place is very relaxing, however you are never alone. Everywhere you go there are one or two others. You couldn’t call it busy or crowded just no place to have your own space. This was the way for the period of the holiday and I found it a little unsettling, it would be the only negative I had during our holiday. If you came from Hong Kong or Tokyo you might think the place was empty, so perhaps I am a little picky

We arrived at a very small empty beach, within in minutes it was a very small crowded beach; well there were three other couples. Al and I had brought our swimming togs with us and not on us. We needed to change if we were going to lie around on the beach. About 30 yards around the rocks was another little beach, secluded from the rest of the beach, it was private enough for us to change.  We used this beach to lie in the sun. and apart from the odd snorkelers popping up from the lagoon this was a perfect spot.

Snorkelling at lovers covers

We stayed on the beach until around three in the afternoon and then packed up and peddled back to the Blue Lagoon Café. Boy; by now our backsides were aching, from the bicycle seats. We were just about at a stage where we dreaded getting back on the bikes again. I thought if it is like this now after a couple of days, what were our bums going to like after ten days.

The Blue Lagoon is a Mediterranean style café. There was lots of outside seating, under a pergola with a corrugated plastic roof, which in turn disguised with blinds shaped like sails.

Al had a chocolate milk shake and I had a cold beer, and we both shared an antipasto, it was quite a perfect end to a day at the beach.

After the café, we cycled, sore bummed back to our motel, where we spent the rest of the afternoon on the veranda, reading and writing in the diary. That night we were staying in for dinner and it was chops, beans and tinned pasta.