By the fourth day on Kadidiri I had unpacked my backpack, fell into the routine of island life and completely lost all track of time and dates. I knew it was lunch only when my stomach alarm alerted me and dinner was in tune to the sound of voices as all ten guests gathered one by one in the dining room. Dinner being the most social meal of all as this was when all guests ate together and here we discussed the events of the day (usually involving fish, water, sun, sand and everything else that dwelled beneath and or around) as well as varied events of our native countries. This usually served quite a cocktail of conversation as the guest were a culmination of Swedish, Spanish, German, English, Irish, French and of course myself, Australian.
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