It's my birthdaaaaaay! I went scuba diving and my dive master was named Tintin. Scott rented a motorbike and toured around the island and now he's really sunburnt but he didn't crash or hurt himself in any other way so I can stop fretting about him. Tonight there's a full moon party at a bar near our bungalow. We'll drink buckets and go to the beach for midnight swimming and everything will be awesome.
This time next week we'll be home, broke and aimless and terribly jet-lagged, but for now I'm on a
tropical island and it's a little bubble of happiness.