For my time being in Domburg, in a holiday resort nicely filled with families, lovers and other strangers (in fact a heavy contrast to your idea of exotic far away places), I booked one of these tiny houses on the beach. Meeting two friends, well, good aquaintancies, reading a new Harlan Coben novel, and listening to a great reggae reissue from Michael Ras and Negus, makes up for a quite nice way to spend two days and three nights – with this awesome look at the blue sea. The hours were crammed full with action-free spaces, apart from Harlan’s great novel „Don‘t Let Go“ (he‘s no Marcel Proust by any means, but always looking for a long and unreliable past). At nighttime, my eyes met an invisible horizon, calmed down, stretched out – closing time for the hunting grounds. Oh, the drums, outside of Kingston, Jamaica, 1967!