Awake to birdsong and crashing waves,it's sunrise.Walk the 50 yards from my hut across the sand into the warm Arabian Sea.Fishermen are landing their boat with wooden rollers.Repeatedly they move rollers from back to front as they push the dhow up the beach,This could be anytime in the past two thousand years.As I paddle I look back,there are 5 people on this beach, my disfigured body goes unnoticed and I feel like a lucky man.
The Delhi Belly has caught up with me though and I have a day off beer and food.Dave goes to a barbecue we were invited too, samples Honey Bee brandy and has a good time,sort of.
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