I spend the day writing and organising my backpack. I take a long walk down the beach and I have lunch at the Hawaii restaurant again, this time an excellent Chicken salad.
Whilst walking down the beach I see a fishing catch being sorted on the beach. It was fascinating to watch. The main catch was carried up the beach by the fishermen to trucks. There were a lot of fish. The local villagers would pick up the small fish left on the beach and in the shallows. There were an enormous amount of very small fish left to die on the beach, which the birds took every opportunity to feast on.
In the afternoon I caught up on my writing.