Day 37

For lack of affordable accommodation opportunities at the beach, especially with the massive dump truck, we camped a last time in Jonac’s aunt’s front yard, a noble deed which we under no circumstances took for granted. After five full weeks of dirt, trash, strenuous labor, camping and everything that goes with it (as well as abstaining from all the commodities that definitely do not go with it like showers and beds) we as a group who spent every waking hour together sharing memories and meals went for a last breakfast together. It seems surreal to imagine that we are now seeing some of these people for what will probably be ...
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