Day 7 (1024 zulu)
Perfect sky, perfect water, perfect wind. There are butterflies everywhere just in case the vibrant green plants and rust red rocks weren’t pretty enough against the inky blue of the sea. I’m on top of a low mountain with nothing but peace and quiet and brunch in my immediate future.
We swam in from the boat to the beach. I’m not sure what the red flags were all about, but we used them as a marker to swim toward. There’s an old washed out sign that looks like it took a beating against the rocks then got nailed back up. Doesn’t seem to be the whole sign, though, it says “Dan Surf” and then “No ming”. Weird. The landing was a little rough…
Not really sleeping yet, but I bet I will soon. I’m starting to have these odd dreams though.