I Must Be Getting Old by Tim
September 8th 2008 The rooster on this quirky island woke me before daybreak. Hann and I untangled ourselves from the mosquito net, opening the creaky wooden door to reveal the calm waters caressing the sand in front of our bungalow. Tiny white spotty crabs darted in all directions as we strolled along the beach in the morning glow of dawn. Fisherman moored just 30 metres from shore prepared breakfast and sang tradi
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