We were dragging our stuff in the sand for the last ten minutes when we finally arrive at our chosen beach and find a free bungalow. It is a colored hut, made from fiberboard, with a mosquito net and a dirty double bed in the middle. Feels like camping. We are vacillating. Let’s look for another! We climb back to the road and call a taxi. Marcsi arranged this part of our trip, and she is claiming that it is supposed to be a charming bungalow built on stilts with a sea view. In a short time, we find those too, but there aren’t any free ones. We have to say that the travel agency’s photographer did an excellent job. Those pictures couldn’t be farther away from the truth. Instead of that, they offer a shaky construction hidden in the back with a ladder, reminding me of a chicken coop. It coul
