I have spent the last three days either in the sun or in the sea; there is little respite from the incessant heat and humidity here, even at night. The litres of water I drink and the hours spent taking cold showers and lying under the fan do little to cool me down, but such is life on an island.
And it is an island famous for drinking, relaxing, and diving, as some of the best islands are. It is an island filled with young backpackers and old hippies, foreigners and locals alike, all with the same laid-back, happy demeanor. The food is filling and good, the servers friendly, the beer cheap (but rarely cold). I already wave hello to a number of people when walking down the one main road that runs parallel to the water.
My schedule here is very basic: wake up, eat breakfast, drink coffee, read, sit in the sun, swim, nap, sit in the sun, swim, eat dinner, drink, sleep. Throw in six or seven cold showers and you’ve got the makings of the kind of days that, in the blink of an eye, turn into weeks.