First things first. A first ever blog view from Burundi overnight. The world’s unhappiest country, apparently, but surely a visit to tick all Burundi’s bars would cheer them up ?
This is Lacosta Beach Bar, an Amstel stronghold in Bujumbura;
I see sand. Really, not much different from Slapton Sands in Devon. Except for the hippo, obvs.
And the scenery.
I bet the roads are better in Burundi than South Devon, too.
Slapton is gorgeous, a medley of winding streets, and thatched animals.
I’d attempted a visit to the Queen’s Arms earlier that month, one of half a dozen of those opening times fails that make ticking a joy.
Lovely old pub catering for gentlefolk diners, one of whom called Barbara edged me out in the race for the door at 12:00. Barbara had a Carlsberg and soda and asked if she could have two spoons for the prawn cocktail (“It’s so big !”).
I loved the cheery regulars, and the chatty barman, and the view from the back garden.
The Otter was a bit tired, but them’s the breaks (or is it brakes ?).