Though I was looking forward to travel alone, I was out to meet with Vagator again. And again I somehow managed to feel out of place. This time I was responsible for not fitting in the group, though I knew them all. But the vibe surrounding this little group of people hadn't seem to change from that in Vagator. Drugs were still on the scene and I was fed up with them.
I managed to do my way most of the time, but group activities are difficult to avoid. I didn't want to totally exclude myself either. We were to go to two parties where I again did not fit in and got bored.
My new tattoo didn't help much either. It avoided me from beach activities such as sunbathing or swimming, and any other activity under the sun, which meant getting sweaty and not able to go for a swim in the sea to refresh. That got me a bit stand-offish. So the programmed boat ride along a small creek while getting stoned didn't appeal to me either. It meant walking in the sun for a while. And frankly, I needed some activity, and getting stoned wasn't my best option.
However, despite the apparent general discomfort I was submerged in, good things also happened.
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