Sight: Warm ocean breezes rock me in my hammock above the white sand beach on my commodious private terrace.
Sound: classical Indian music paying at level 11 of 10 on my jambox
Or when I explored by Arab balcony.
Everything changed and I realized my Swiss clockwork schedule might have to change. Or will it? I thought what do I really enjoy if apparently I can have anything I want? Is this a different more playful didactic 60's Star Trek episode?
Well, number one would be coffee, even though it's instant and the door fell off the fridge when I looked for milk, which there is none of.
Better call my travel guy before brekkie to arrange the Stonetown tour since that all got bolluxed last night with room swaps. But after ten minutes, I am wondering if I can get myself off this hammock. After a week of rugged suffering to experience wildlife, this is soothing my battered body. Ahhhh, that is the logic to this century-old East African packaged safari circuit tradition. Thanks, Helen. (My regular Africa travel agent in Cape Town.)
F#$k, this is paradise. But I am facing the wrong way in the iPhone selfie. Much better five min later.
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