The morning broke twice today, as October days tend to do. I greeted the sun once while M poured mosquito ridden, rank and brackish water on steaming logs to settle the heat, and twice at midday as anxious bird reminded us that potato and eggs awaited our buds in the oven. Now we disembark beyond the bamboo gates guarded only by our spirits, sunscreen, and the promise of crab cake sandwiches.
