Encouraged by the autumn sun, we left early. With the sun still low, but already warmer than the past couple of days, we stumbled upon a beautiful cliffy seaside. The clear weather allowed us a glimpse at the road ahead, windy roads and mountains fitted with cosy white hats. The sound of giant waves crashing into the rocks all day made our gills ache. When we finally reached sealevel, we saw the waves were strong, and the ripcurrents even stronger. Since you shouldn’t pass up a good wash, we didn’t. Smelling like the baby of an ocean’s breeze, we mingled with the locals who were finishing up prayer. After some chitchat they offered us their mosk’s entrance hall as shelter for the evening.