An airplane brought me here, but I don't know the name of this town I'm in, I ran across the empty beach, well down a way there were men cast net fishing in the surf, dropping clothes I almost couldn't feel the water except that it pushed and pulled really hard, trying to keep me on the sand.
In town there are street venders selling fresh caught fish and shrimp, shops selling farm tools and cooking burners and pans. Tonight's dinner at a Clayudaia was perfect, a Casodia like thing cooked on an open charcoal and wood fire with a BBQed slab of meet on top.
It feels like the third world, primitive and simple, but I know it's just conservative home to many people, but the hotel pool closes at 10:00.
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