Fish. And the monkey.
1. Wake up, bring your book and your plums and exit the house by the beach side. Jackpot! Blue sky, not a cloud as far as you can see and an empty beach. Nearly. The nearly empty beach also contains the mouth of the "WARNING!!! Watch out for the catfishes in the water!!" comes from. I don't really (sorry mum and dad) miss school, but getting an instructed class in how to avoid the death from catfish stings was something new, I would almost call it funny. But, though the topis is all about FISH, I cannot tell you about the stingray+jellyfish chapter. But I'll tell you what though, Zaid must not have listened properly...
2. I don't have enough fingers to count how often, every day, I say "No thanks" to the fish massages they advertise on the street. I doubt I would feel very comfortable with fishes biting the skin off my toes. Karma. Our afternoon walk brought us to this peaceful space in the middle of the jungle with a waterfall and colourful butterflies. An innocent dip/sit-down in the spring made me realize why my mind has kept telling me not to let the fishes chew my feet earlier. I stepped straight into their home/house/palace. And apparently the skin on my feet is a delicacy when it comes to the visiting Swedish market. We did not agree completely at that point. My next "No thanks" will, if possible, be even more honest than before.
3. Plan, simply... We are going FISHing. Tomorrow night. With our Jamaican friend. On the beach. And we are going to eat it. The fish.
PS. Monkeys do NOT love bananas, that's for sure. And that's where we went separate ways, mr. Monkey and I, when I realized. He picked the watermelon...
2. I don't have enough fingers to count how often, every day, I say "No thanks" to the fish massages they advertise on the street. I doubt I would feel very comfortable with fishes biting the skin off my toes. Karma. Our afternoon walk brought us to this peaceful space in the middle of the jungle with a waterfall and colourful butterflies. An innocent dip/sit-down in the spring made me realize why my mind has kept telling me not to let the fishes chew my feet earlier. I stepped straight into their home/house/palace. And apparently the skin on my feet is a delicacy when it comes to the visiting Swedish market. We did not agree completely at that point. My next "No thanks" will, if possible, be even more honest than before.
3. Plan, simply... We are going FISHing. Tomorrow night. With our Jamaican friend. On the beach. And we are going to eat it. The fish.
PS. Monkeys do NOT love bananas, that's for sure. And that's where we went separate ways, mr. Monkey and I, when I realized. He picked the watermelon...
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