The day we arrived in Puerto Escondido, Marn, Steph, Derek and Jonathan had been out on a dolphin watching trip. In fact, we bumped into them just as their boat was pulling onto the harbour. They were raving about it. "Thousands of them," they said. The dolphins were apparently all around the boat, jumping about and generally re-enacting scenes from tacky beach towels. The tale of their adventure grew as the day wore on. Marn, it seems, had spent the morning in telepathic dialogue with the dolphin high priestess, who had shared with her prophecies of the coming transformation of dolphin and human kind. Steph had ridden about on leaping dolphins like some cracked-out mermaid, while Derek had toured the ruins of lost Atlantis and been a guest of the dolphin king. Jonathan, in fact, was
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