But what to do? More snorkeling means extra grilling in an open fire, and let me tell you, my skin is way past well-done by now.
Oh, there is a lighthouse on the island. Somewhere. I don’t know where, but you would think it is a no-brainer.
How hard is it to find a lighthouse? It is a fucking lighthouse. Can’t miss it, right?
I start walking, and walking, and a little bit more. Then a lot. What I expected to be a lovely afternoon stroll quickly turned out to be a Death March.
I am hot, sweaty, and incredibly thirsty. I have imagined my death in numerous occasions but I never thought this is how it ends.
Delirious. I am seeing things. Surely, that is not a pig tethered to the front of the house?
I came close to the lighthouse but not all the way. I was ill-prepared to scale a cliff.
See, kids? This is why you never leave your beachfront hammock.