As I lie there floating in the salt water today, I was still trying to figure, how the hell am I going to go back to London. When one is in paradise? Easy, jump on a plane with a depressed look on my face. ;-)
Anyway it's just anther day here and it's really starting to feel like home.
First day of feeling crap, so I decided to postpone my cycling trip until tomorrow and spend most of the day in bed, which proved to be very wise, as this evening while I write you all, I write fully rejuvenated. What did help was a short bike ride around some parts of the island with Nienke and a dip in the ocean to cool off. A spate of two kips during the day and I was done. I actually woke up at seven with my stomach still going rumble of the jungle. So I decided to get an early morning coke as I'm told that's what helps. To my surprise, the island calmness this time in the morning is so relaxing. Apart from the local business setting up shop, it was totally dead. Sure you got some remittance of the night before but generally it was most tranquil.