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us a few blissfully cold beers from his fridge .
We set up our tent in a clearing among the palm trees , safely away from any dropping coconuts , a daytime visitor from the city briefly left the conversation with his wife to welcome us with some chips . Not wanting to otherwise intrude , he left us to our camping routine . Aidan made coffee to keep hot in our trusty thermos for the morning and then started on dinner .
The evening chicken bus dropped off a small crowd with bulging bags and unwieldy items tied together in cloth bundles . One passenger surprised us by correctly guessing that we were from Vancouver . Turns out he ’ d lived in Canada before and recognised our number plates . He , too , wished us a hearty welcome and invited us to drop by his shack for coffee tomorrow . Since we already had some made , we didn ’ t take him up on his offer and , I kind of wish we had .
We took our dinner of cheesy vegetable pasta and a bottle of red wine to the top of the sand dunes to watch the pastel sunset . While we were packing up in the morning , a small van stopped , and a man
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