We had a bungalow and it was modern and nice.
The interesting thing happened when I lost the key. It was past midnight and we couldn't find the housekeeper or the owner, so after running around for an hour (covering half the island) trying to find the keys, Diana had the idea for us to
steal borrow some yoga mats from the yoga place in order to sleep in the balcony. Which is what we did.
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| This bungalow had a bed |
While we were taking the mats and cushions on our way out, I was surprised and loved how nonchalantly Diana went to another room and looked for some blankets with me standing around in the middle of the light with goods in my arms that were illegally taken. We brought everything back the next night without anyone noticing.
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| and a decent view. |
Sleeping in the balcony was hard, but romantic, but even harder when the sermon started at four in the morning with a duration of two hours. The day after, the housekeeper told us that we had the only key. We went to look for them for another round, then went back, then the owner eventually woke up, climbed through the open-air bathroom ("I am Spider-Man") and opened the door from the inside. Then he changed the lock.
I bought a necklace made out of coconut shell from him.
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