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Hello, Saw wa Deeeeeee!

Sitting on the terrace overlooking the beach and the sunset.. remembering to breathe in deep. getting buzzed off of one Campari soda. I am the cheapest date ever.
Margo and I had quite the beach adventure. We went out in the middle of the morning to find some more books, I picked some easy girly shit, and an ethnographic study of the british culture. Margo is officially the pickiest picker-outer of books. we went to two places after an ample search and two tuk-tuks. both happened to work as a tattoo parlor and a bookstore. How convenient.
Books in hand we walk to the ‘German Bakery’ and use them for their bathroom, a few dirty looks aside, we head back to the road and to the nearest tuk-tuk. - Relax beach is the next stop and 3 kilometers North from our resort. There we spend the rest of the afternoon, shaded under the mangroves. Quick hops on some rocks to a private beach, and swim in deeper waters. Life is really hard.

The imaginary clock strikes three, and we both deem it necessary to head on our way. Do we trek the road by foot or do we do some rock climbing and bumble out way back via the beach? Beach. The tide swoops out the furthest I’ve seen, as the new moon is upon us. our plan to take little dips on our walk back is foiled, the beach crabs reclaim their hunting rights.

We Trek. The sun is hot on our backs and beads of sweat drip down my brow. The black rocks heat my soul. I wish I hadn’t drank the last of my water, and cling to the thought of something cold pulsating down my throat. Cliffs. Crags. Streams, and more cliffs. Margo follows in hot pursuit as I lead us winding and tripping over my flip flops.