the view from this skinny rickety four-storey cafe/motel jig we stayed at on the beach - literally two metres from the water.
this was the balcony of the same place, Shane on the left darren (the brother) on the right and dad's legs in the background. lol. . Darren, pretending to be the brother of Shane got us discounted prices for everything (Shane knew the owners well). we had two rooms just round the corner...
this is the view from the other side of the balcony, pretty, no?
and the weirdo (in a good way) rastafarian guys who charged too much but took us on this awesome snorkelling trip (on that boat) to the other side of that jutting out island bit you see in the distance. sadly the corals were mostly dead though because of the warm currents el nina or something... i don't really know.
Darren, the figurehead of another boat that took us on this adventure across this lake to a crazy island where a book was based, i read the book but totally can't remember the name... it was fun being on the bow though..
Count Demoney's island, apparently you can book out the place for a thousand bucks a week, you have to wade out a bit to get there and i think it fits a fair few people. we didn't stay there though, nevertheless it's a pretty cool concept.
that's me in a blur on the snorkelling boat, i think Darren wanted me to be to be placidly looking out to sea or something, but the boat rocked. i suppose blurry doesn't really suit me.
i reckon this is the most awesome picture of the lot (cos of the vignette retro effect). anywho, that's darren and i at this tucked away beach somewhere down the south coast. we ate from this italian lady with long white hair who had a property there, and charged us too much for not such great pasta. i made a temple (as you can see) instead of a sand castle cos i was staying with the theme of the country. darren attacked it with sand bombs cos his wasn't as cool.
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