We end to the only source of water close by. Tried to get into Las Vegas but got stopped by a drunk watchman. After a 10 minutes long confusing conversation (aha, so you’re from Iceland!) he led us to the house of the people who owned the apparently private beach. We just wanted to run away, but he was consistent. So we went in and asked and got permission. He pointed out to us the “most beautiful girl in the world” lying sunbathing on the beach, and then left us after warning us for the naughty dogs that would steel our food if we didn’t watch out. Finally alone, we could eat, swim and build stone piles.We could have been more unhappy.
Evening with volleyball and birthday. The summer came, even to Romania!