13,260 km so far.
The day trickled past.
There were naps taken, meals eaten, books read, and one nasty jellyfish sting suffered by Stephen.
Shots were drunk five at a time.
But not by us.
Then to bed in an open-air bungalow, the weak sea breeze like an anaemic kitten, licking our salty skin. ♥
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Hi, I’m Jane, founder and chief blogger on My Five Acres. I’ve lived in six countries and have camped, biked, trekked, kayaked, and explored in 50! At My Five Acres, our mission is to inspire you to live your most adventurous life and help you to travel more and more mindfully.