Alex didn't sleep too well in the last place, as it was ridiculously hot, in our dirty room, on our dirty bed, with our dirty, ineffective fan somehow making it hotter...and dirtier. So we decided to find another place, which would have been easy if Deepack wasn't so bloody nice.
When we told him we were leaving his face dropped like a rejected child. Even so, he was still unbelievably nice and invited us for a cup of tea the next day. He asked what the problem was, we didn't have the heart to tell him.
Found a place right on the cliff front that looked amazing. Probably paid a bit over the odds but Alex just wanted to get something nice after getting about an hours sleep. And over the odds really isn't that much for a clean, air conditioned room on the cliff front made out of bamboo...in a good way.
Went down the cliff to the beach in the day to relax and watch the stray dogs patrolling their territory and, similarly, a Sideshow Bob looking (possibly french)man in the tiniest hipster trunks, playing frisbee, also patrolling his territory it seems....and intimidating most of the people on the beach, with his purple-panted-package. Doesn't he know it's rude to point?
Elsewhere on the beach people practise Yoga, stick twirling (I think that's the technical term), meditating, beach football, cricket and getting burnt, which is all very entertaining...think we can get used to this.