Postcards from distant shores

Dear World Nomads,
The Beach. The last stop on a day long snorkelling/island tour by long-tail boat. Everyone wanted to see this place, but no one would let on. Heads would turn at every bay. Is this it?!? Is that it?!? But no one spoke a word. No one wanted to be The Tourist. I was snorkelling in the bay when the boat left. It pulled ashore. I had to swim to it. So technically I Swam to The Beach. If Danny Boyle didn’t destroy Alex Garland’s novel, things would be ever better. Going to Phuket next. I know it’s “Poo-get”, but I still giggle. Fuck it.
All best,
Scott