Good morning, four o'clock.

Service station dinner that never got cooked.

In search of a bottle-o, just in case.

Cheap white wine with diet green tea.

Cheat.

"Furtive is a word."

Sand everywhere.

Bonfire made of metho.

Phosphorescent sea.

Apple at 3am.

...Interlude/Conversation...

Sand, again everywhere.

"Boy in the girls' bathroom? I have a key, I will gauge your eyes out with it."

"This is the men's room."

Two hour power-nap.

"Bitter melon does exist."

Palms, sun, sand, sea.

Mermaid pool.

No more toe-nail.

Rock jumping and barnacle bumping.

First meal in 24 hours.

Tiny plastic dinosaurs.

Sand, absolutely fucking everywhere.

So, that was a pretty intense thirty hours, huh.