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New Year's Day

It was a beautiful this New Year's morning, paracetamol and codeine had worked their miracle on Bossman's back pain, so we walked along the Fossa. As we rounded the corner from Santa Marta, the Rock was silhouetted in the sunlight, and out from my pocket came my camera. "You can't take a picture here, into the sun, it won't turn out..." he said...

The only sign of last night's revels was a sad silver balloon floating in and out on the surf.