Monday, June 16: Tamarin

Tamarin, a small town on the west coast, feels like a mid-70s retrospective. The main hotel is decorated like a shag-pad, but just one acid trip away from freaking out the geriatric patrons. By the sight of so many grinning dentures, I can tell this offers a pleasant nostalgia to these baby boomers - before the guilt of global warming. And burroughed in the Gold-Bond and white linen pants by the poolside is the town's only surf rental shop.\

On route to this mod revival, I met two fiercely attractive South African males. The sheen and beauty of their hair could only be matched by their love for one another. Quite often I would need to shield my eyes from the glare of their glossy locks while we laughed on the beach.

It was lots of fun spending the last few days of the trip with them. I only wish I had more time to run my fingers through those silky strands of sandy blonde.



 
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