Another day just like the one before. Indoor confinement for me, sun and heat for Katja.
After lunch we go down to the doctor again as my feet are still red. Zarina, the nurse, opens suddenly up to Katja and tells her life story about how she lost her husband. One question about us having children or not ended in as long tale of stroke, brain tumor and smoking. There’s something with Katja that makes people open up. If it’s her listening skills or what we don’t know yet, but it’s evident.
The doctor says to keep takin’ it easy, but I can go out and swim if I stay out of the direct sun. Yes! Room for a little afternoon swim session then. Other than that it’s still business as usual in the room.
Katja goes back down and I follow after about two hours later. It’s incredibly good to walk into the pool and just roll over and float. The sun is behind a few palm trees and I can enjoy an hour on the sun bed also. It’s like breaking free from a mental prison.
For dinner we go to a real restaurant and not the food court. We go to a place caked The Ship as they advertise the best steaks in town. It was good, with corn on cob, baked potatoes and salad. Expensive compared to the other places, but in a league of its own around here.
We walk along the beach back to our hotel. I must say the idea of walking on the beach far surpasses the actual waking. Something are just better as ideas.
“To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.”