No tourists, low prices and pristine beaches...it doesn´t get much better than this. My bunkmates are three guys...couldn´t tell you who they are or where they´re from. We don´t see each other but passing in the streets and then it´s a nod and a quick "hello, did you hear me snoring?" "No, but the guy in the far bunk was talking in his sleep!" (insert laughter) My bed was $6 so I don´t mind bunking with surfing strangers. Last night I read more of Ronen´s book while lying in a hammock listening to a group of guys playing the guitar and singing Spanish songs. I find it hard to put the book down. It´s called The Zahir, written by Paulo Coelho, a talented writer of whom I´m now a fan. The story is incredible, one man´s
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