My first night ever behind plastic caravan windows,
after moving into a French one that ended up here,
with 2 stallions as closest neighbour.

The party yesterday featured not one single girl,
but the fish came right from the boat and was roasted on a fire by a fisherman wearing his shirt from the fire department,
and performing stunts with hot oil and water in the kitchen,
100% Tarifeño.

Why I keep coming back here?