Today we had a flakey bounty moment that any 30+ will understand- only the crumbliest flakiest chocolate tastes like chocolate never tasted before. Oh and we were the Bounty hunters- remember?
We had to travel 30 mins in a fast boat at sea, were dropped off on a spectacular beach and walked in Abel Tasmin National Park for about 40 minutes and came to a dream beach.
We had to make sure one of us stayed awake so we could walk back to catch the sea taxi back to Kaiteriteri where we we were staying. Plan B would have been to stay overnight in a "Hut". There are 2 dorms with a giant bunk bed in each and you get a mattress to sleep on and you share it with however many people turn up. Then Steve went and used the toilet and came back all pale looking- the loo had been a hole with a very long drop into the cess tank- euw- stop the Bounty music now!
However, we ate strawberries and he felt better.
What I can't understand is how a number of people were picked up by the sea taxi from our beach but we were the only ones covered in sand and spreading it everywhere.
Where had the others been and what had they been doing? We were too shattered to bother asking and dozed the journey back to the camp site beach. Suddenly there seemed to be an emergency and the man steering the boat (captain?) got all serious and the staff started running around- even the lady with the feather in her hair shoved her Wilsons cap on.
Guess what? We had accidently got in the middle of a boat race just like hawaii Five O which was fun. We didn't win though- I think we were possibly disqualified.