Up bright and early on our last day we had a lot of sightseeing and tours we wanted to fit in before we left to return home.



First stop was a nearby village for some breakfast.
We ate heartily whilst listening to ‘mountain music’ on the stereo where a girl was doing a sort of bootscootin’ kneeslappin’ dance.
Dave thought he’d give this a go.



This was going to be good.



Turned out to be Very good actually. It brought out some curious eyes and before long many people had joined in.
Some how even I got sucked in to do this slap dance they call it.
Yeehaaa!



Following the happy dance was our first tour. Again there were 3. A logging expedition, bird watching and a nature walk.
The nature walk was lovely. We were even lucky enough to stumble across a suitcase, of all things to find on a nature trail, you may think this is not very exciting but upon smashing the lock open with a rock the lid flew open to reveal $500!
Much better than the bad luck we had on our last bunch of tours we went on.



Our guide was a friendly fella. Always smiling and not so flattered each time we spoke to him as the one at Twikki was.
Had a permanent whimsical look on his face though. A bit like a fish really. They have short memories see so once they swim to one end of the tank and turn around it’s like a new view for them to see.
So the fish is like ‘oh what lovely coral’, gets to the end, turns around ‘oh what lovely rocks’ turns around, sees the same coral but not remembering and ‘oh what lovely coral’
This is what I’m seeing with the guide he walks one direction ‘oh what a lovely tree’ turns, walks the other direction ‘oh what lovely mountains’ turns ‘oh what a lovely …’
Oh forget it….



Elated from our find on the nature walk we were looking forward to the logging expedition….until some idiot poked a stick into a beehive from which we were chased by bees, running like lunatics all the way back to the village!



Would you believe we did not get one bee sting?
Would you further believe Dave was all ready to head off on the bird watching tour??

We had to go home anyway, except there were no phones at the camping ground apart from the public one which wouldn’t allow us to call for a shuttle to take us to the airport, and stupid me for got to bring my mobile with me so we had to go hunting for a hotel or somewhere to use their phone.



They wouldn’t allow us to use one unless we checked in first! Having no other option we checked in, made the phone call then checked right back out again.



What an end to a peaceful, relaxing weekend!