this heat, the killing kind, sucking the juice outta bones. it's to hot to spontaneously combust, i gulp down my coconut drinks like a wild beast at the watering hole. even the fucking surf is exhausted from the heat, waves can't function, powerless and like lethargic attempts fail before they even start. i splash around and find some sanctuary in the shade.
meet nicole for some sort of breakfast she has arranged in some sort of cafe i would never ever visit or return to. i wait one hour for my coffee, several young waitresses seem disinterested in my needs, although i am quite happy chatting to nicole about europian cinema and magic tricks. 
i make several jokes about the long wait, i guess at least the place is chilled as the air con is turned up high, things could be worse, i could be waiting for blood in a make shift hospital in nigeria. sometimes a little perspective helps, sometimes you just gotta fight the impulse to demand efficient service and just know not to return rather than cause a scene. i won't return, it's not my sort of vibe anyway, far to middle class. 
tomorrow i think i will do some major work around the mission, if the temperature drops and i have to find some suitable colours to match my inner vision, a trip to the hardware store maybe, a place i am completely out of place in.