At $4, the spade seemed a little expensive, but necessary, as we swooshed through the sand towards a huddle of tourists in the middle of the beach. The instructions from the spade-man were to feel with your feet for warm sand, then start digging - so we did. However, we'd left it rather late, and the tide was pressing, and although some people were luxuriating in expertely crafted sand-baths, we couldn't find warm sand for love nor money; the boat had sailed, without us on board, and the only thing to do was invade, pirate-style, (or maybe 'colonise' is a more fitting word). Gingerly, one foot at a time, we edged into the remarkably warm, and crowded pools. Unbelievably hot, near-boiling water flooded through the sand, burning our feet! Fantastic! Turns out it's not just
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