I spent some wonderful time looking after a few kids and hunting poop on beach. Kids was happily playing in water in their home shore, but then poop drift to the beach. So I had to be brave and moved it to somewhere else. But there was only a few reeds, an inflatable crocodile and a bucket and I had to poke it to the bucket. The poop did its best to roll away. The situation was as weird as it sounds...
And after this poop episode, when I was cycle to home, I met couple foreigner (they're very rare here) and they asked, of course, could I tell them, where is the nearest beach. Sometimes destiny is mocking you.
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