Below is a picture of my rest spot just outside our bure. I know your hearts will be bleeding for me - seeing the suffering I undertook to endure this torture...
Two weeks in a hammock - I was only allowed to write three post cards the whole time and not allowed to think about writing or computers or the internet.... ahhh. bliss.....
The hammock was an exhasting 20 steps from our bure. I managed to drag battered body to it every morning, too weak to move most of the day.. being forced to drink Pina Coladas or cram more fresh fruit or fish down my mouth..... The calm coral sun swept beach was a staggering 15 steps further; where if I could muster the energy, I would snorkel and float about till the strain and stress was too much to bear.
The kids swam, made sandcastles, hunted crabs ( nasty things crabs - they move fast !!) caught toads, swam, ate coconuts, hand fed fish, collected seashells, swam and then for a change swam a bit more. I think they have grown fins.
Ahhh .. now back to reality...
now back to my 1000000 emails...
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