We get back in the car and our patron saint, driver and guide to peak life experiences, Rodi, inquires as to whether we would now like to go to the “white sands beaches.” We nod, then fall asleep. We wake up driving down teeny tiny gravel roads between houses and shops and food stalls. We get asked to pay a toll to go down the beach road. Then just two minutes down the road, a group of men stop our car and ask us to pay again. By this point we’ve all had it. We are all well-traveled and quite comfortable taking a hard stance on bribes or at least knowing when the request is utterly ridiculous, unenforceable and inconsequential. We say no, tell them we are going to a local resort and drive on. Eventually we land at the Dolphin Inn and situate ourselves at a table just next to the water. I order a coconut and chili king prawns. We sunbathe and eat and drink and nap. We get snorkels and swim out into the water. There are fish of every color. I see a white puffer fish, blue velvet starfish, red pointy starfish, urchins, a sea horse, a five foot long sea snake, anemones, and a giant clam. There is coral of every imaginable variety. In keeping with the “utterly surreal experiences” theme of the day, we come to find out that this is one of the premier diving spots in the world. We laugh and shake our heads – what ridiculously good luck.