As a reward for two of the best travelling days possibly ever, we went to the beach on Monday. The beach is on the opposite side of the island, but a crazy taxi driver took us there and back. He insisted on showing us a photo of the sunset, and next to the sun was a spot, or as he liked to call it, a UFO. I think he needed to clean his camera lens.
The beach was not your average beach. It had nice white sand and blue, clear water, but also maoi and wild horses roaming around. I even saw one of the horses walk to the shoreline and drink from the water. Saltwater. Huh. Very pleasent day on the beach, even if I only dipped my toes in. Everyone else said the water was "nice" but water temperature is subjective, and I am a cold water weenie, a trait I picked up from my mother.
On Tuesday morning, it was time for me to go home. Well, not home, but back to the mainland. Peter was staying for a bit longer, although what he will be doing, I have no idea. We saw the whole island, it's not very big.
At the airport, I had my first casualty. I stopped at the snack bar for a fresh passion fruit juice, and it wasn't until I was on the plane that I realized I had left my sweatshirt on my chair. It was a thrift store purchase, so the net loss is about $3, but I loved that sweatshirt. It reminded me of Rainbow Brite.
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