Tranced music blasted along the beach and the sand crawled. Noen lights lit the water, and flames climbed into the sky.
I was seporated from the group, so I wondered the beach past drunken boys relieving into the waves, and random bodies curled up in the sand. A Irish guy pored an entire beer in the sleeping ear of his friend.
I caught a motorcycle taxi back to my bungalow at 5 as the sun rose of the caos. I slept in my hammock with ringing ears.
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