And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for, ’cause it’s not where you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re a part of something, and if you find that moment… it lasts forever… — Richard, The Beach
After a late first night on the island, I started to feel sick the next day (a la Sydney), so I stayed in while everyone else partied at Rudy’s, one of the bars on the island.
The next morning, I was happy to find I didn’t feel as bad as I was expecting. Linus and I ran into Jessica and Laura in the afternoon, and they invited us on a bike ride around the island. We picked up our mountain bikes at Beachwind and headed north. The road quickly gave way to sand, and we all found the pedaling to be difficult at times. It took about 40 minutes to make the journey.
After working up a sweat with the bike ride, we had some tea at Juku. The restaurants and bars on the island all have thatch-roofed, raised platforms with cushions you sit on. Some are more comfortable then others, though I loved the whole concept and feel to them all.
We reunited at 8pm for dinner where we first met, The Beach House. We’d eat there many times, and the food was always outstanding. They set up fresh seafood for you to choose from, and then they’d barbecue it right by the road, across from the seating area. I ordered the barbecued tuna while the girls went with salmon.