Reeds

Last night I feared I’d made a diabolical choice of accommodation. I’m in a ‘bungalow’ which seems to have walls made of reeds, based on the fact that every sigh, whisper and snore of the neighbours can be heard. However, I slept surprisingly well.

I spent the day firstly half-lolling in the pool to read my book, and later on the beach in various relaxation poses. Most of the evening was spent sitting through a power outage, but it meant that noise and activity through the reeds were also kept to a minimum.