Reception

This is the story...

Once upon a time in these days in Mauritius, the two travellers had dined lightly and delightfully at lunch time following a delicious morning of lazing on the palm fringed white sand and wading in the turquoise blue storm-stirred waters of the Indian Ocean.  It was time to do it.  Time to venture out into the afternoon sunshine with the camera in search of artistic palm trees.  And then it changed.  The palm trees whisked exotically overhead as the wind breathed an enormous sigh over the sea and the land, bringing with it the soft effervescence of a breath of moisture so welcome in the humidity of the day.  The blueness of the pool cleared apart from a few young souls who took to the jacuzzi.  The intrepid travellers headed indoors, which is not indoors because there are no doors.  Nor windows.  Just a wonderful gentle perfumed space to relax in, with shapes and artefacts to examine as the wind wafts through refreshing everything as it goes.

In short.  A little rain shower caused us to look for a more sheltered blip and this is the reception area of our hotel.  A very hot morning spent under a beautiful shady tree trying not to get too much sun all at once.

After a reset yesterday, Acquisition 2 is doing what I expect it to do at this stage in the learning process.  I will have more lessons at a later date...  (I hope)  YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE MY BLIP TEACHERS...