Fly’s in your nose, your eyes, and even last night in my beer. That was the decider, this was not a place to stay. No matter the nice view and location of the bus. Marjo was a bit sad, she liked the wind here.
And the sunset.
So we came to a compromise. One more walk and we would go further to the south coast to see if we could turn that South East wind into something useful (yay, kiting!). Nossi loved the walk.
Then we drove back between dunes and over dirt roads.
We love the bush camps but have had it a little with corrugated dirt roads. So we pick a campsite that’s close to the beach but accessible by bitumen. We drive past narrow, bushy roads and suddenly see Christmas bush. How appropriate!
The camping is on the beach, separated by a dune that keeps out the wind. Unfortunately the beach and shore is littered with coral and with already one kite underway to the repairer I don’t want to risk a second nor be myself scratched on the sharp coral. So we go for a walk.
Then we do laundry which dries pretty fast in this wind and take long showers.
A nice day.
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