Saturday, May 24

Irma wants big prawns, which she made very clear before she landed from Helsinki. She loves them and I like them too. The three of us – Irma, me and Shanti – have come to the beach by rickshaw and walked along to the Crab Club.

We have the restaurant to ourselves and the staff decide that we should wait as long as humanly possible for anything that we order. Hoours pass.

I photograph a bird on a wire; an electricity wire stretching along the beach.

We stop to say hello to Olya who arrived earlier and started ordering food in the next restaurant: Santana.
I photograph a bird on a wire