Next days mood was pretty hungover. The both of us were in total coma. Rien ne vas plus. Although I still think that I was a little sick that day, too. My skin was super sensitive. Even the cooling breeze didn’t feel good, fever-ish, so I like to think of Wednesday as the day where I managed to not enter the dark side, but resisted and faught whatever wanted to pull me over. We spent almost the whole day hanging around in one or another hammock. Near by the restaurant. There was simply no energy left. Mute mode. The only mission was to survive until dinnertime somehow. We fell into our hammocks very early and slept for plenty of hours. Wednesdays slow motion mood and the good night sleep were a perfect mixture. My state of mind was becoming more and more relaxed. With each day and night passing by…
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