Wednesday, March 30, 2005
We got a ride from a pickup truck to finish our trek. The walk on the road at the top of the island was so hot, I couldn't even think of taking pictures. Sebastian was asking to go back to the United States. We were sweltering. The lotion ran down my forehead along with my sweat and burned my eyes. It was so hot. The beach is fine, but the interior away from the wind and water is like an oven.
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