First Trip to Beach

Talked to roommates about changing our normally secretive and competitive journalistic behaviour and instead cooperating and helping each other on our stories. Instead of 4 individuals, to consider this a newsroom of sorts. We’ll see if it takes.

Decided to drive down to the beach… about 10 minutes away, L800. The beach is unbelievable… sand, water is the warmest I’ve ever felt, bar none—Caribbean, Indian Ocean… it’s about 10 degrees warmer than my shower. I’m thinking of shaving in the ocean. Soccer pitches abound on the sand… dudes in $200 cleats playing in the muddy sand! But they’re too awesome to join, sadly. Soap is not a common luxury here. One of the soccer players walked by, assaulting us with the funk of a thousand years. The smell stayed about five minutes after he left. Just as we were about to left got caught up in a huge downpour. We took shelter in a nearby bar, where a visiting troupe of 3 musicians—two youngish girls and one guy—started singing a cappella traditional African songs, clapping along and playing an odd instrument that was half-percussion, half-strings. Very neat. Once the rain abated we walked to Angels where I had a barracuda steak—absolutely delicious fresh fish with a hot side sauce. Magic. On the TV they had the SABC feed of the FIFA Under-20 World Cup… taking place in, among other Canadian cities, Ottawa! What a world.