the travelling sociologist

Events:

It takes some effort to remember what day it is here, how long ago I arrived....all the days, actions, people seem to blend into each other.... by the time i awake for my first swim it is already ten, by the time breakfast is over it is twelve....another swim or two, a few conversations, some haggling over jewelery with beach traders or a massage and the it is time to join the other solo travellers down by the beachside of food and drink while the sun sets, for conversation and songs and spliffs before the sun sets again. Somewhere between eleven and midnight we all drift back to our beach huts, drift off to sleep before blending back to light sometime the next morning and doing it all again....

Thoughts:

This is not really the place for thoughts..... more reflections when I leave...