While he is here, I get back into his groove of daily chores and also sporadic work. This includes helping him paint a mural for a child's bedroom and bringing a 2CV Citroen from the 70's back to life.
Now that Berndt has left to Germany, my new daily rhythm takes over and it's off to the beach each day. As it is November, the beach is practically deserted and nobody braves its waters. This really is the perfect time of year to come here. Fewer mosquitos, less intense sun and having your own private beach for miles. The beach is 150m lower than the caves and 6km away. A beautifully hand-painted, pinstriped bike allows me to get there in style.
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