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‘Can we check-out at 2 rather than 12?’
‘No.’
‘Can you fill these bottles with water?’
‘No.’
I knew it was time to drag my ailing body out of bed and recover properly at the beach 37km away. With 1.5 pears and half an ice drink whirling around in my queezy stomach Will and I hit the road to join Clement in paradise.

View from our hut

The road was flat, it was cloudy and not too hot, but I felt like death warmed up. Even the Infected Mushrooms blasting in my ears could not help. In the evening light I parked the bike and sank into the seat on the balcony of our abode for the next 2 nights, not wanting to stand or move as Clement told of the amazing sealife just metres away.