No sleep, like sleeping on sandpaper, the fishermen heading out to sea in their dugout canoes. Spent the day lazing and surfing got really sunburnt no idea how. The people here are so different to the Indians they seem really nice. Night time brought rain, really a sight to see tropical storm lighting up the sky and silhouetting the palm trees. And up on the hill the white building of the Portuguese church lit up ghostly against the sky, the palm trees bending under the onslaught of the warm tropical rain and wind.
Ate at Antonio’s, were with the family again from Tehran, Ma cooked a great meal for us all today, they’re great, John got tanked up today with the Indians.
Baga beach. Indian family’s house