The view from the terrace on my roof. This is what I see as I'm pondering or listening to the call to prayer.
It took Stephane and I about an hour to get to Serenity Beach where his surf lessons take place. I stood on the pier composed of black rocks for about forty minutes trying to get a good picture of him catchin' a wave, but it wasn't working out. (In his defense, the waves weren't great) Then I explored the area, waded into the sea, and dodged hooting and cat calling young Indian men. It was a good day out.
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