Christmas Day

Last night, I went down to the beach at sunset. It was alive with women in fabulous couture, strutting alpha males, break dancing juveniles and families, a great many in the water and the rest on the white fine sand. But I could sit on hotel property and the security staff here keep the touts away and the waiters keep my glass full. I've had a few lassies just as good as in India.

The unusual thing to see last night was huge schools of fish that suddenly jump out of the water like flocks of beach birds with some kind of collective intelligence that has them all changing direction as if one. Hey all jump at the same time and in the same direction, disappear, and then do the same thing again in another direction.

So I went down to the beach at 6:30 to see how early morning on the beach rolled out. It was calm and full of men doing exercises and jogging. The light, as with sundown last night, was beautiful. I am loving this time of relaxation now that I have slowed down; I am into my second book that has, unfortunately, been printed I a tiny font.

This is how a boat unloaded right in front of my hotel.


Passion fruit.


My balcony, bottom left.


The bar where I read in the mornings.