Instead of going to the beach-place that the local tourism authority had set up especially for visitors like us, Weirdo and Cranky (and Anna and Anton) decided to go to the nearest one, that’s mainly used as fisherman’s-boat-parking. After wading through the beached boats, Weirdo and Anton stripped their clothes and jumped in the water that had the color of diarrhea. “That’s just because the sand is orange” said Weirdo. Yeah right. Guess where he is as I’m writing this. That’s right, on the toilet, like every half hour.
After a while, a welcome committee showed up. The first one that picked me up was chewing on some weird orange stuff that smelled fishy. I was glad to be picked up by some nice old lady right after that.
Then came one that could speak to Weirdo and Cranky. They spent almost an hour talking together and drinking some chemical orange thing they didn’t share with me.
The one that spoke to Weirdo and Cranky is called Shirley. She’s getting married in two weeks. We’re invited! I hope we go. She’s nice.