After a 13 hour drive that included two flat tires, the night of the jackal, and finally parking in a field next to a helicoptor, we arrived in paradise.

By paradise I mean an enormous balcony looking out over nothing but the Indian Ocean. Weather that was overcast but deliciously warm. An almost deserted beach that stretched for miles upon miles of sand cliff, encroaching jungle, and crashing waves. Monkeys in trees. Red moons rising over foreign oceans. Good company and South African wine. Chasing crabs down to the beach at night. Starting the morning with no fewer than three cappuccinos.

But really, more than anything else… a praia … the beach.