Malolo, again

More sensation than memory... Waking in the creeping heat of another island day, the lazy fans whirring above, the crisp white sheets tangled below. The perfection of chia, coconut, mango. Bula, bula! – and the sing-song announcements after the drum – haaapppy hour, haaapppy hour! The books on the beach. The early morning runs to the top … Continue reading Malolo, again