Arabic chanting woke me up this morning. Early. I found myself sleeping in my clothes. In a hammock. On my deck.
How I got there is totally beyond me at this point, but I’m now aware that my beachfront bungalow is located right next to the local mosque. Of course it is. What did you expect?
And yes, I’ve already made friends with half the locals on the island. Of course. What did you expect?
Where am I again???