I'm staying at a resort hotel with my brother Steve. My Indian friend Reema arrives, and all together we go downstairs to lie in the sun.

We're laying on the towels on the ground, and there is a fence, on the other side of which is the beach, where people are playing in the water. Reema starts crying quietly, I think because I am leaving, and I reach my hand out to comfort her, touching her around the neck.

It is suggested that we go around another way so that we can get to the beach and play in the water. Yeah sounds like a good idea, but I'm so tired! I think maybe I should go back to the room and have a cup of coffee first.