Nothing much happened today. It was ridiculously hot, I hid away from it in my blissfully air-conditioned hotel room and did unsensational travel-writer stuff, and emerged at sunset to get the other side of the camel experience. There was some running, some kneeling on wet sand, some observation of presumably the least-favourite cameleer's job: picking up the poo behind the train.
Other observations: the Indian Ocean is unfeasibly warm; there are Stinger Relief stations along the beach (a letter box with a bottle of vinegar inside); the Cable Beach Club Resort does excellent chips - crispy outside, moist and soft inside, so little to ask, so hard to achieve. And a cute wee lizard waved at me: thankfully, not a blue tongue one.