Da silver Hyundai

Da silver Da Silva Hyundai
Da silver Da Silva Hyundai

After a seemingly short 2 hour drive to Bela Bela we stumbled gratefully into the resort’s air-conditioned reception. I made eye-contact with Jasmine who had our checking in details but she was busy with someone else, and so she handed us over to a colleague to give us our keys and gate pass.

Almost drowned by the hum of the air-conditioner and the babble of the other voices in the room, she mouthed a question which sounded to me to end in “da silva.”

Thinking she was confirming my surname, I responded with, “No, Martins.”

Husband behind me thinking: “How the heck did she know we were Portuguese?”

Indignant me thinking: “Humph…does she think all Portuguese people are called Da Silva?”

Checking-in person looks at me with a puzzled expression, looks down at the sheet of paper in her hand and asks: ” D’you have the silver Hyundai?”


Almost lost in translation, this interchange had me and husband giggling to ourselves the whole weekend.

What was on my mind when I started blogging

Initially I wanted to write about my experiences traveling. For as long as I was visiting other countries and experiencing other cultures I had loads of inspiration.

Then I hit a “I’ve got nothing to write; I’ve got no opinion; no one is interested in what I write about” phase. Not many people visited my blog, I got few comments…and I fell off the blogging habit.

Now I’ve decided that I will just write, for me, and for those that may like what I write about. It doesn’t matter how many or how few.