"Leave only footsteps" the sign declares as the path meets the open beach, both light sand with very little transition between the two. We've driven down a rocky gravel track to search for some surf and also to leave some letters in the perfect sand. In my mind they count as footsteps and i hope to others also. We're inundated with flies, idly crawling all over my topless body, my eyes, mouth and nose. They have no interest in the tasty soy sauce flavoured noodles we're eating. Only me.
In the sea there are small waves, breaking over solid reef shelves, a pack of dolphins surf a clear green wave, suspended in the illuminated water. I'm hot and long to be in the water too once I've finished my lunch.
