An old man sitting on the dusty pavement was smoking his pipe and enjoying the slow pace of life. He spotted our two landy’s drive past and he knew we where in search of the nearby campsite. He beckoned us to turn right and waved us ‘au revoir’ as we passed.  (The locals are incredibly friendly!)

Britain is a small island – but you always find Brits wherever you go. Checking in to our campsite, the receptionist, dressed in full Muslim attire, picked up on our accents and started chatting to us as if we were back in the UK. She hailed from Somerset and is now living in Sale with her Muslim partner - a teacher during the day and then helping with their campsite during her free time.  Jan was incredibly friendly and pointed out the various places to visit during our stay.

The internet cafe was our first port of call - which was meant to be very close to the campsite. Unfortunately we wandered off piste and lost our bearings totally. A kind lady offered to show us the way and walked us through various alleyways to find the rather dubious internet cafe. Wearily, we walked through a scruffy doorway which led downstairs to a dark bustling internet cafe. It never ceases to amaze me what one finds behind these doors!  While the others tried connecting their laptops, I observed the many teenagers connected to IM (with webcam), conducting 'loving' conversations with their counterparts - judging by the number of heart emoticons.  How did we live without the internet ...