Day 143, 144

People came after me, now they have left. I've been here too long. Every day I stagger around the beachfront. I walk very, very slowly. If I squint, I can see Saudi Arabia across the sea. The staff of the place that rents the huts is angry with me because I don't spent any money at their restaurant.

Going to leave tomorrow for sure.

Ramadan started today. I've been careful to show some cultural sensitivity by not eating in public places. While I was busy being sensitive, though, I spotted a big Russian guy sitting in the Internet place holding a Carlsburg in either hand, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Rock, 'bro.

I've read an entire Michael Chrieton novel. Time to leave the beach.