Waiting for the bus to take us to the airport, sitting in the sun on our veranda, 20 metres from the beach. Wind off the waves carrying the tanoy commentary of day two of the surf festival. Found myself awake an hour before I needed to be so took some shots of the surf boaters racing. Six days now stored in our synapses, with words and photos stored as electronic switches on a server somewhere. The beginning of a holiday is all anticipation and adrenal chemical signals. The end is all loops of braincell sparks. Strange transition.
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