Thursday 6th August
Day 40
I'm sorry to sound ungrateful but sleeping on the sands of a tropical beach isn't all its cracked up to be I'm afraid : )
I think you need to be inhebriated to get a wink and avoiding the dreaded mossies is pretty much impossible. I got eaten alive! OK witnessing the sunrise from out here somewhat made up for it and the morning swim was amazing but soon the war wounds from a beach battle against a tribe of mosquitoes became clear. The slightest piece of Bowelly flesh that was on show had been chewed up and spat out by the buggers. Layla was relatively unscathed but a sleepless night meant today was about beach, swim, read, sleep which was absolutely fantastic.
Before we knew it the day had passed and we were on the boat back to Bungus. It's amazing how quickly one can lose the memory - I'd have given anything (even another pound of flesh to the mossies) to have another night and day out there.
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