DAY 6
Still bad weather, I guess, though it doesn't seem so bad to me, we are told this is not ice cream weather. I dumpster some semi-edible bread and gnaw on it as we take a walk to an ugly beach -- there are lots of unidentified wormy things in the sand and the water is a suspicious, bracky green. Perhaps due to motor oil seeing as there are a quite a few boats docked a little ways out?
On the way back we take a route that follows the coast of the island and find an abandoned German bunker from World War II, lots of spooky graffiti, a big open underground storage space for who knows what, I'm into it. We meet a black cat as well a little farther down the road, it's real cute, lots of petting involved. In the evening Angela is tired ridiculously early (11 p.m., c'mon man) so I go for another walk, find myself on a little beach where I listen to the waves, a refreshingly clean sound after all the shitty reggae and hardcore techno the idiots around us in the camping are blasting at all hours of day and night.
On the way back we take a route that follows the coast of the island and find an abandoned German bunker from World War II, lots of spooky graffiti, a big open underground storage space for who knows what, I'm into it. We meet a black cat as well a little farther down the road, it's real cute, lots of petting involved. In the evening Angela is tired ridiculously early (11 p.m., c'mon man) so I go for another walk, find myself on a little beach where I listen to the waves, a refreshingly clean sound after all the shitty reggae and hardcore techno the idiots around us in the camping are blasting at all hours of day and night.
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