We take a short stroll through the small village, buy a cap for me (I’m fed up of having a sunburnt nose) and visit the supermarket which is remarkably well-stocked for such a small place. When we get back the boys have disappeared on the bike so we decided to walk to another bay about 3 kilometres away for lunch. We don’t get far up the dirt track before deciding that the effort of clambering up and down the steep hillside in the sweltering heat is just not worth the effort. A decision confirmed when three people on bikes who pass us rather cautiously on the sandy and rutted surface, return only minutes later.
Back at The KaeBig Fish the boys have returned and Dan seems to have survived unscathed his first experience riding pillion with Matt, in fact he seems quite relaxed about the whole thing. After lunch on the veranda, what else do do but have a swim (this time without the bike key) take in the late afternoon rays and we chat about the boys’ news and plans? We invest in a frisbee and wile away the last of the sun playing in the sea.
The day is rounded off with a stroll along the beach to a nearby bar to play cards and watch a juggler perform with fire-tipped batons and twirling strings (the technical terms elude me at this juncture).