When at last we return to shore, we hop of the boat, happy and relieved that our excursion is over. We're shepherded over to the minivan for transportation to our bungalow, but we just smile and say no thank you, opting instead to walk back under our own steam. We bid Brendon and Sonya farewell with the best of luck, and walk hand in hand through the port where fishing boats are returning for the night, then through the bustling night market. After slurping up smoothies and watching chefs prepare giant crabs, fruit sellers slicing up the strangest of fruits, and many a local drinking beer at roadside restaurants, we make our way slowly home.
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