Showers of Silver, or Who’s Eating the Sardines?

Ouch - my hips are so sore from sitting flat on the deck of the dhow. Wonder how the others in this assisted living facility are doing? 

“If you’re not going on the excursion what are you going to do today?”

“We thought we’d hijack the ship and keelhaul the bosun. You got a problem with that?”

“No, but I’m not the bosun.”

A day of working out, of privacy and solitude. Heaven. 

I step onto our balcony and there are sprinkling sounds on the water. There are huge schools of sardines, and someone must be feeding on them for they stitch the surface of the water, flashing silver wriggles out of the water then sprinkling back in. Their jumping attracts the gulls...To paraphrase Kermit, “It’s not easy being sardine.” 

As you can see there's a cloud of sardines under every boat. Must be seeking shade...like us.

I am surprised at how much moisture is in the air. It is sticky, there is a haze in the air. Sea mist, the guide calls it. We hear in summer it’s 120 and 90% humidity. The rock is totally bare, even the dry washes where creeks must run when (if) it rains hold just a few sere tufts. For such a dry part of the world the air is pretty damp. 

At noon today it was 30 - 86 fahrenheit. Glad we’re here in winter. Remind me not to complain about the heat at home. If you come, come in the winter. We can feel it getting hotter every day.