Saturday, August 22
Puotila Beach, 18:00
We got up and had brunch. The sun was blazing. Afterwards I cycled to Prisma for a few things.
In the afternoon Naa got ready for her birthday party. She is having it exactly one month early because she leaves for Chiang Mai in ten days.
Irma took her to the metro and then announced that she wanted to swim.
Now we are at the beach and it is full of weekend crowds, just like a proper beach. The woman in front of us has a proper old-fashioned transistor radio. Oddly she has found an oldies station that is playing the kind of sixties music a radio like that should be accompanied by. I feel like I am on Southend beach aged fourteen listening to Radio Caroline.
We will go back, cook food, drink wine, and have a pleasant evening.