We woke up in our shed early morning, and since the sun was just rising, it seemed like a good idea to go for a run before it turned into the Sahara desert again. Well thought, though. I put on my running clothes and two dogs greeted me right at the door of the shed. By the time I was through the fishing village, which is about 500 meters long, at least 6-7 dogs were running with me. I gave up running and went back to the room.
Breakfast was served by the sea and consisted of eggs, fruit and probably leftover stale bread from Christmas dinner.
We rented bicycles from a local dude, and those wide tires would make even some jeeps blush, and headed to Canto beach. About half an hour later, an empty beach with white sand and turquoise water opened up in front of us. Another ten minutes and the first excursion boats arrived to the beach, and over the next half an hour dozens and dozens of tourists were released onto the beach. On the positive side, tour organizers do not want to keep tourists hungry, because a hungry tourist is not a happy tourist, and improvised tables with different snacks appeared one after another on the beach. Drinks and fruit were generally offered, but one group of Germans had gone the extra mile and had a selection of snacks and empanadas on their table. In any case, we found that since sharing iss caring and we shared our beach with them, they definitely want to share their snacks and drinks with us in return. We ate empanadas, got coke and also tried some snacks (local cheese sucks btw).
Suddenly, we noticed that the whole group had their eyes on the horizon and most of them also had their phone cameras ready to go. A couple of whales (probably humpbacks) had come so close to the beach that we could watch them play.
I finished my piña colada and we started to bike back to the village. We returned the bikes and went to Paradise restaurant again to have some lunch. Scott imagined the delicious black rice he had eaten yesterday. However, it turned out that today is not the day of black coconut rice. So he was forced to settle for pork loin, rice and vegetables. I had the dessert, dulce de coco, which has condensed milk, grated coconut, sweet potato and spices and tastes like soft gingerbread dough. Fellow travellers from the shed recommended it. We had the Americans sitting at the next table in the restaurant, who are in the next room in our shed. They had also noticed Scott's Estonian flag tattoo yesterday. I was quite surprised that how they know our flag, but firstly they are flag nerds (their word, not mine) and secondly they had also visited Estonia a few years ago and became fans of Kohuke there.
The rest of the day we watched crabs on the beach, went for a run, watched the sunset, Jupiter and Venus, and went to eat at the Polish dude's place. There are two restaurants on the island (plus some food stalls), the first of which is Paradise Restaurant and the second is run by a Pole. We took rice with shrimps and rice with fried chicken. The shrimps had died their seven deaths in the pan, which in this country, where they love to completely overcook everything of animal or seafood was not a surprise at all. The chicken was supposed to be better than KFC, but it was deep fried in the same overcooked way. No wonder the food never reaches the table in less than 30 minutes.
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